Angelica had always been good at telling where she wasn't wanted. A lifetime of bouncing from Foster Home to Foster Home to Care Facility, she knew the feeling all too well.

So she knew that the nurses and the doctors were absolutely ecstatic to be discharging her.

And to be honest, she was pretty excited to be going home too. She hadn't seen Sheriff Campbell in a few days, since he went to search the house actually. That was worrying, but she figured if someone else died in her house someone would have let her know by now.

She did have his really surly Deputy come by to tell her that the crime scene was being released and they were going to send someone in to clean the place up for her.

She had asked if that meant she was cleared of all charges and if the state was going to cover paying to get the place cleaned but he didn't have a straight answer on either question. She then asked if everything would be good to go when she got out, and no answer to that question either.

Deputy Brett clearly didn't like her much and knew even less.

In fact he hadn't really wanted to stay in her room, and that was fair because Kyle had come back after the search. She had a feeling they had scared Campbell out of the house, but he wouldn't admit it yet. None of them would admit it probably.

On the day of her discharge she had sent both her monsters back to the house. Kyle and Chad together. Someone had brought her a change of clothes from the house, she was assuming one of the cops. She changed and then left the room, and only then would someone talk to her.

There was no wheeling her out like you saw in movies and TV-shows. There was no send off from kind nurses nor were there people waiting for her.

What she got instead was: "Is someone coming to get you?" and when she said no they said: "We'll call you a cab."

Great.

She didn't have her wallet either.

She was handed a receipt for her stay which was astronomical, and info on how to pay it within the next month or interest would be charged. She would have to see how her homeowner's insurance worked, or her work benefits. Could she claim this hospital stay on either?

If she couldn't she might have to sell Davroe more of her stuff.

She thanked everyone for everything, but she could tell none of them wanted her there. She made them uncomfortable, they all wanted her to leave.

So she did.

She'd just wait outside for her cab.

When she got out there she found Sheriff Campbell waiting. She was sort of hoping that he might have been there to see literally anyone else, but nope, it was her. He was there to see her.

"Miss. Foster," he said, tipping his hat in her direction. "They're releasing you."

It wasn't a question but a statement.

"Yep," she said, trying to sound enthusiastic. The truth was she was tired, grumpy and sick of everyone treating her like a criminal or a freak. She wanted to go home and just chill with her monsters and pretend the outside world didn't exist. "I'm guessing I'm good to go? No arrests in my future?"

"Well no..."

"Great and is my house ready to go? Your deputy said it was released and they were going to get someone to clean it?"

"Yes, everything's been cleaned and cleared," he said and then cleared his throat. "But, Miss. Foster..."

"Oh good, I was worried I was going to have to do it myself. Glad the county took care of it," she said. "Can't wait to go home either."

"I really don't think you should. Go home I mean," he said and she paused to stare at him clearly unsure with how to proceed. "I think you should find other accommodations."

At that she actually blew a raspberry at him. "Don't be silly. Not only can I not afford that, I have plenty of space to just... avoid the kitchen... I'm sure you saw but there's a little kitchenette in my room. I'm sure I could..."

"Ma'am, you're not understanding," he said curtly. "Now we have no idea what exactly it was that killed Tommy Black. We don't know how it happened, there's no explanation..."

"And what? You think the house did it? A monster in the house maybe?"

But that was exactly what he believed and that playful smile on her face faded the second she realized that.

"Now... I'm not usually a man that believes but... the amount of times I've been called out to the place because of... strange happenings, is... well... it's high. I understand how strange this might seem, but I really do believe that there is something in that house, and while, so far, you've been making it out okay, I do believe there will come a time where that house gets the better of you."

Angelica nodded her head. "Well thank you for the concern... but... uh... I'll be fine," she said and then she smiled prettily as if he hadn't just try to explain to her that her house was trying to kill her. "I think, if I'm remembering our last conversation, you found my clock? Right?"

The fact that that was all she cared about was a red flag. A normal person would be worried about the fact that their house was haunted, that something in that house decided to kill the person attacking her instead of her. The house normally didn't do that and he'd guess it was only a matter of time before it turned on her too.

But he could tell that Angelica Foster's brand of crazy wasn't the kind you could argue with.

"I did, Ma'am."

"Oh cool, when can I come and get it?"

"It's evidence in an active murder investigation... you won't be getting back any time soon."

"Oh... oh no... but uh... I mean... I need it back. It's very important that I get it back as soon as possible."

"We'll have to see about that ma'am, but right now it's tied up in our case and therefore staying in our evidence locker."

Angelica then bit her lip as she took that in. Eventually a sort of resignation came over her and she then clapped a hand to his shoulder.

"Right well... when the walls start bleeding... call me."

Thenshe just left him there with that strange proclamation hanging in the airaround them. He watched as she got into the cab waiting behind him and hewondered if he should go back into the hospital and tell them that the hit toher head had done more damage than they thought.