Melissa had darted off. Being young, the unfinished painting would never be great, but Sarah found it compelling. Mostly dark and muted reds and brown...s and greens, it appeared to be a vision in mud of a young girl being punched by ... something. Something malevolent to be sure. Where the fist impacted, deep maroon drops of blood sprayed. Further from the girl, they transformed into rain clouds and poured down on a dog baring its teeth at the girl.Melissa told Sarah she envied her skills at. ”We got out of the lift and approached our rooms when she realized that she had forgotten the key card at the reception. I offered her to come to my room and make a call to the reception to bring the same. She paused for a moment and then came in.I offered her water and our hands brushed while handing over the bottle. She just looked into my eyes. She headed for the phone and called the reception while I sat on the sofa.While waiting for the bellboy, I casually asked her about her family. She. When Isabel was called in, Brandon started to feel his own nerves. They hugged her, wished her the best, and saw her till the door. Brandon wanted to be there with her inside, but he wasn’t allowed. So he and Mark waited outside, watching through the small gap in the door. Isabel walked in slowly, barely looking anywhere. The room wasn’t unfamiliar to Brandon. He’d hung out there more times than he cared to count, auditioned there for many concerts and musicals. But to Isabel it was unfamiliar. She spent most of the day outside, coming in now and then to see how I am and check the bandages. When needed she gave me water, but these visits were brief. Later, after dark, she came in and found her spot in the dark. As I can see her getting close and at that point of no return and I opened my eyes wide and smile, "lovely, thank you," was all I could think to say. She jumps and a startled look covers her face, but she doesn't stop. She is so into her fingers that she can't stop and begins.