"Keys to houses, keys to cars." Jennifer shrugged. "You can't ever know until you've got them in hand what they'll be for."
She wondered if Jake was back at the apartment yet. Or if he'd been forced to leave at all. She really hoped it was the second option. The idea of Jake in Arkham bothered her more than the thought of anybody else being in there. It just seemed extra wrong that a cat would be placed in a building like that.
"I haven't personally seen anybody I know, but others have. Sometimes though, they show up and they're not exactly the person you knew. They're from a time later than yours or earlier. Or from an entirely different universe. We've got a fellow here named Hannibal Lecter. Only he's a kid. A kid."
She stopped at the front desk. The woman there was behind what seemed to Jennifer to be three feet of leaded glass. Of course, knowing the kind of people that were inside, could she really be blamed? Jen slipped her paper into the metal tray and slid it in with a great clunking noise. She watched the nurse read it and then nod, she turned her back and Jennifer watched as a pile of her own belongings were gathered and returned through the noisy device.