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Madolyn Harris watches over Winston in the hospital at midnight. The Anchorage snowflakes still fall to the land, and utmost no staff in the hospital...
Now Winston's hand was not chained to handcuff, Madolyn reflects on the event of the hijacking by "Daryl"...
Suddenly, a sound of laughter from the similar laughter of "Daryl" from elsewhere in the hospital...
"It must be him... Oh no..." Thinking it's another hitman again under compliance, Madolyn draws a gun and figures out if there's another man who wants to threaten their safety.
When a figure comes nearby, her atmosphere reaches the upper fear.
It turns out the figure is only a night security guard. "What happened to you?"
Madolyn Harris hides the gun under the pocket, and panic watches Winston, "Nope, nothing happened. I just expected another bad simulation of my caring for the recent patient."
"Oh, but I have one final question for you... How are you keeping in touch with Winston when you're not the only one to watch him?"
She stood back in the corner and emotionless staring at him. "I'm not going to keep your dirty little secret. Get out of the room now."