Since being stripped of her position at the hospital and turned away from her attempt to meet with Diane, Daryn had done exactly what she'd been told. She stayed away. From the hospital, from Faction members, from everyone and everything she once felt connected to. The isolation did nothing to help her already fragile state of mind, but at least no one had to witness her downfall now.
When the cat approached the door, it was clear that it was already ajar. The television was on, a low murmur in the background to try to distract her from the voices. Or thoughts. She couldn't tell the difference anymore. Daryn was curled up in the corner of the couch, a book splayed open beside her but she'd just been staring blankly at the pages for the last half hour or so. Hearing the voice now, she looked to the door but said nothing in return.