Her sister, Scarlett, was also there, just in a different block. Scarlett also sat in the electric chair and she got out of the cell. Not seeing anyone nearby, she went to wander along the corridors. Her head was cracking at the seams, pain shot through every nerve in her body. The electrical therapy had a detrimental effect on her well-being.
                 'Skylar... Skylar!... Where are you?' ;-screamed Scarlett, hoping to hear the answer.
                 Scarlett entered the fifth or sixth room, or rather the ward. Skylar was in a completely different block. Scarlett looked up and saw an open ventilation. Standing on the bed, she was able to reach it and enter the ventilation shaft. Her height was short and she herself was small, so she climbed into it. After several meters of crawling through the shaft, she heard a loud conversation between a doctor and, it seems, a senior member of the mental hospital company:
                   -At what stage is the removal of patients?
                   -Sir, I'm doing my best, but their psyche is damaged. They're out of control! I didn't sign up for cooperation with such a madhouse! I don't...
                   A shot rang out. Then the fall of the heavy body. An employee of the company killed the doctor, then took the pistol carefully with two fingers and put it in some kind of cloth, then to throw it somewhere later. Scarlett was numb. The heartbeat quickened. She felt scared. She moved deeper into the ventilation and one of the hatches broke, and Scarlett fell into the medical block. She fell onto the surgical couch. She screamed in surprise, and then hid next to another couch. They were separated by walls from the canvas, which could easily be moved. Footsteps were heard. They were getting closer. Scarlett was lying on the floor and saw the legs below the knee of the patient, who came running to the noise. In his right hand was a scalpel.
                 -I'm not completely crazy yet, am I? R-Right? I distinctly heard the sound of someone falling... Wh-Who's here?! ;-shouted the patient-surgeon.
                He was wearing a robe, a rotten jacket, and a surgical mask. He was 30-40 years old. The hair was 'undercut' and directed back. His skin was as if covered in scars and burns that healed.
                  -So we're playing hide and seek? Okay. I'm looking for. When I catch, I won't let go...
                Scarlett leaned against the corner. She held her breath. The doctor went to all the separate wards. So he went to the room where Scarlett was.
                 -Caught! Uhh, what? Little girl, what are you doing here? I haven't seen the kids in this fucking mental hospital yet! Hmm... Something new.
                 The surgeon took Scarlett with a sharp movement and injected her with sleeping pills, from which her body ceased to resist and fell into a deep sleep...