Brooklyn couldn’t think of any reason for her to be near those glowing medical screens.

Brooklyn didn’t call out for me.

She didn’t reach over to shake my arm or wake me up.

She took three quiet steps out of the room onto the cool floor tiles.

Her small bare feet padded softly against the linoleum as she followed the shadow.

The small figure moved past the empty reception desk and turned right at the double doors that led toward the pod.

Patricia stopped under the pale fluorescent fixture outside room four.