At the end of the hallway was an empty reception desk. Not a nurse in sight. Of course, Bianca thought. Well there may not be a nurse but there almost certainly will have to be a phone. She would have to walk to the desk without any handrail or anything else to steady her. Causiously she let go of the hand rail, to her surprise standing without the aid of the rail wasn't much more painful. But walking was. Bianca felt as if she were in a nightmare she wished she could just tell herself to wake up and discover she was still napping next to Tyler, she wished they had just played chess. His cryptic words about the queen haunted her. Had he been talking about her and not his mother. Was he responsible for this, how could he have planned this though, it didn't make any sense. There was no one looking for her, no one who would knew she had gone into labour but Tyler, if he checked his phone and Alice Leck. Maybe June would begin to wonder where she was Bianca was certain that June would be trying to contact her about her father's accident eventually. Bianca was unsure of the where abouts of every person she loved. She had no idea if her father or her baby were living or dead. She suspected her husband was in someway responsible for the nightmare of her reality, and that her doctor...she didn't even know what to make of Alice Leck, the last familiar face she had seen prior to all of this "when you wake up, this will all be over" Bianca replayed Dr. Lecks words over and over in her head. How could it be possible for her to be involved with some grand conspiracy, she had a practice, she would be easy to trace. The panic washed over Bianca in grand waves pumping adrenaline through her broken heart. She had been so lost in her thoughts she hadn't realized she had made it, she had walked to the desk and yes, there was a phone. Bianca scanned the nurses station, or reception area...whatever it was and made noticed the yellow caution tape on the far end. It ran from the desk to the wall and the floor behind it was stripped down to bare concrete. There were buckets and dusty bags laying beside stacks of new flooring tiles. On the walls there were wires hanging out where it looked like lighting fixtures should have been. It was obvious that this wing of was being renovated and by the looks of it would be for some time. The only lights that were working were dim fluorescent ones, Bianca figured that this must be emergency lighting. For a moment her hope waned that there would be a live telephone in the station, but she remembered that even when she temporarily lost power in her home the antique style phone attached to the land line still functioned despite the lack electricity. She made her way to the inside of the desk and causiously lowered herself into a rolling desk chair. Sitting proved more painful than standing but she committed to it hoping the pain was caused by the act of getting into the chair and would dissapate after she was positioned in the chair, and she was right. She rolled the office chair to the telephone, once again feeling defeated noticing that none of the lights were lit up, it could still have a dial tone she told herself reassuringly. As the chair glided across the floor a vision of Tyler popped into her head. Handsome and charming spinning her wildly in an office chair waltz, calling her his princess in their home in Oxford. A sob escaped her but only one before she broke free of her nostalgic indulgence and arrived back to her current nightmare. Bianca placed a hand on the reciever and lifted it. Who am I calling, she thought for the first time. Who can I trust, who all is involved with this. She lifted the reciever to her ear, a dial tone. There must be a way to call another station or security, she thought. She hung the reciever up, while she planned her next move. There was a red button next to the number keys on the dial pad, that must mean something, she thought. Bianca lifted the reciever again but she didn't press the red button. She instead dialed her own phone number.
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