He walked through the hallway. Ferris was not in sight. "He's thought quite a bit about you, you know," Romero said lightly. "You were how he escaped, right? I couldn't figure it out."
"No," he corrected before pausing. "Oh. Well... yes. But you haven't seen your grandmother in years."
She watched the door for awhile before her head slowly sunk into her hands, and she shuddered as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.
The door opened and Ferris peered in nervously. He had a split lip and was holding a tray. "Hello, Ma'am. I was told to bring you dinner."