Even from this distance, Bishop could hear the screams coming from the Sanctuary below. It was the middle of the day, and yet, the outer walls were completely deserted. Whatever was happening inside had scared off even the most desperate.
"If you don't hurry up, there is going to be nothing left for you," sighed Hattie as she appeared beside him. In her arms was a stuffed Teddy bear, and it took him a few minutes to remember the last time he had seen the toy.
Back when everything had made sense.
"You look tired," he said softly, stroking her hair. "You should get some sleep."
"That was the plan," she assured him, her eyes narrowed in a glare. "But the screaming won't stop. I'm tired, Devil-damnit. I want sleep! Is that really too much to ask?"
Bishop couldn't help but chuckle at the huff in her voice as she literally stomped her foot in protest. "No rest for the wicked," he said at last.
