This is a very particular flavor of hell, isn't it.
Siebren is already a bit shaken finding himself in an asylum - and it is an asylum, as if from a horror movie, old-fashioned and inappropriately bloody. It is not what he is accustomed to, but padded rooms are padded rooms, and a locked door is still a locked door.
(That one of the doors he'd passed had been incongruously modern and marked with a neat Σ had certainly not helped matters, and he'd given that one as wide a berth as he possibly could.)
It is not long before he finds Alice at the center of the madness and is summarily grabbed. Evidently this is far worse for her than it is for him.
He places his hands over hers but does not grab them, and his voice has all the calm he can muster when he speaks. "Alice, please. You do not belong here any more than I do - I believe we both know that. They cannot keep us here if we do not let them."
Circle Three
Siebren is already a bit shaken finding himself in an asylum - and it is an asylum, as if from a horror movie, old-fashioned and inappropriately bloody. It is not what he is accustomed to, but padded rooms are padded rooms, and a locked door is still a locked door.
(That one of the doors he'd passed had been incongruously modern and marked with a neat Σ had certainly not helped matters, and he'd given that one as wide a berth as he possibly could.)
It is not long before he finds Alice at the center of the madness and is summarily grabbed. Evidently this is far worse for her than it is for him.
He places his hands over hers but does not grab them, and his voice has all the calm he can muster when he speaks. "Alice, please. You do not belong here any more than I do - I believe we both know that. They cannot keep us here if we do not let them."