Once the 'couple' had finished their breakfast, silence fell over the table. Carla's thoughts turned to that of the tour. Nice as it was, she wasn't supposed to be here. This was all some kind of huge mistake on the Nursing Home's part mistaking her for someone else entirely.
"Uh... thank you for showing me around." Carla announced and got up from her seat. Scooping up her plate, she looked about for the place to return it. A bin had been placed at the far end of the room, set on what looked to be a plain table of sorts.
"No prob. Perhaps we can have another date." Elizabeth cooed and was met with a sigh from Carla. She still didn't know how to feel about all of this. Part of her actually liked Elizabeth, but could the same be said if her friend knew the truth? Carla couldn't say. Nonetheless, she made her way over to the bin. Setting her plate within, the elderly lady made her exit.
Back in the hallway, Carla found herself with options. On one hand, she could try and attempt to contact May. But what were the odds of the coordinator actually picking up her poketech and responding? Not very high. Beyond that, her only other option was to head back to her room and take a nap. Perhaps then an idea would come to her.
Contact May or go back to her room?
