Dr. Thompson's smile lost its charm after the words of our attorney, while Henry and I felt very entertained.
"Bring them to their rooms." He ordered the nurses before addressing Ethan.
"Sadly, you can't follow any further."
"No problem. I am busy as well, for example, with getting a copy of the signed deal." Pushing his glasses up with a smile, Ethan nodded at us before leaving.
What was he going to do if they had altered what I signed in the meantime?
I was somewhat curious.
The nurses brought us out, and Henry bumped into me playfully as we walked along more white corridors with light green or light blue paintings.
The biggest difference from our last real imprisonment was that we were not cuffed, which felt somewhat unreal.
Dr. Thompson didn't follow us, so now it was only Henry and me, along with the two nurses. We also didn't encounter any more survivors.
