Bedlam - Saturday
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The tiles are cool under her fingertips as she wanders along, one hand trailing over the wall next to her. "Can't get in, can't find the way," she mutters, her other hand twisting at the dirt-encrusted shirt she's wearing. "Lost, lost in the woods, can't find the path. Let me in, oh please, let me back in!" Her voice rises on the last and she stops, flattening her hands against the wall and thumping her forehead against the tiles until her eyes swim and her head throbs. The pain brings with it a series of impressions - light on red hair, a soft, soothing voice, the touch of a hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't go, don't leave me out here..." she half-sobs, leaning her forehead against the wall. It stings, and when she lifts her head and touches her fingers to the skin, they come away red.
Gloaming... The name is a whisper on the stale breeze.