Marks eyes the building. “Still looks the same,” he says, a full year passed since his transfer. “This stop isn’t on our itinerary,” Aubrey reminds. “Dr. Ryan specifically said you were to transport me to the compound. Do not pass Go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. Go directly to the compound,” she spins the Monopoly instructions, looking at her wristwatch. “If I’m not there in three hours she’ll send out the rescue squad. That woman does not consider patience a virtue.” “Maybe she should.” He turns the radio on and the heater up, the car idling. “I won’t be long,” he encourages, exiting. Aubrey turns off the ignition, pocketing the keys, joining him. Marks shakes his head at her insolence. “Afraid you’re going to miss something?” “Maybe.” She juts out her chin, working to keep up with his pace. As they round the top of the steps to the main entrance, a man comes barging out the door.
