[Harlene's Apartment] Rough mornings
As the sun came up and seeped through the curtained windows of Harlene's apartment it burned her tired eyes. She hadn't slept at all and her body ached.
She wasn't going to be any good to Dr. Crane like this.
She set the alarm forward an hour and rolled in her bed to face away from the offending light. She would be late for work, but she would get a couple hours sleep. She thought about calling the asylum and letting them know..but maybe it was better to ask forgiveness than permission.
She shut her eyes and slowly fell into a fitful sleep. In her dreams she thought of finding him...they called him the Joker now. She wondered if what everyone had told her was right..if she would kill for him. Her unconscious mind said she would.
In her sleep, Harlene Quinzel laughed.
She wasn't going to be any good to Dr. Crane like this.
She set the alarm forward an hour and rolled in her bed to face away from the offending light. She would be late for work, but she would get a couple hours sleep. She thought about calling the asylum and letting them know..but maybe it was better to ask forgiveness than permission.
She shut her eyes and slowly fell into a fitful sleep. In her dreams she thought of finding him...they called him the Joker now. She wondered if what everyone had told her was right..if she would kill for him. Her unconscious mind said she would.
In her sleep, Harlene Quinzel laughed.