They'd released him at precisely three o'clock this afternoon. Good. The doctor in charge would have found the cleverly concealed cage in her private rooms to be a very unpleasant place had he not let Grim out in time for his birthday. Famine would have seen to that. As the young man's self-appointed guardian, she saw it as her duty to make sure his birthday went splendidly. She'd been working on his gift for weeks, taking things from the chemistry lab in such minuscule increments that even the OCD attendant, Beatrice, hadn't noticed. Now, in her black and ivory silk pj's, with her flaming hair in braids, she crept through the halls like a rebellious child, her gift wrapped tightly in a white silk handkerchief. Grim was going to love this.
The common area was dark- the men's hallway just bright enough that she could see the orderly making his rounds, but he couldn't see her. She stood, flush against the wall to the side of the door, waiting for him to clear out so that she could sneak to Grim's room. He stopped halfway down the hall to slip into a room and Femme sursed lightly under her breath. Not knowing how long he'd be in the room, she didn't want to risk slipping through now. She would have to wait.