Steve pulled up the side of the road and watched as Tiffany got off the bus and went inside. Steve waited a while before it was clear that Tiffany wasn't coming out.
Steve got out and decided to investigate. He entered the door. There was a receptionist sitting at a desk. The place looked rather nondescript.
"Can I help you?"
"I saw a girl come in here..." he started.
"We can't give out information on our clients," the woman told him.
"But I know her...she's been acting weird. I just want to talk to her. Can you give her a message for me?"
The woman looked at him. "Can you wait here please?"
She disappeared into the back. Steve took advantage of the opportunity and tried to sneak past the desk. He spotted Tiffany, unconscious, on what looked like a hospital gurney.
Then someone grabbed him from behind and he blacked out.
Tiffany awoke. She must have nodded off. But she felt wonderfully relaxed. Miss Fine was right. She should try this sort of thing more often. She headed toward the door, her posture and body language looking very different.
She nearly bumped into someone heading inside and laughed, a bit giddy. It was a nasal laugh. I am such a klutz. she thought. For some reason, that made her laugh again.
