Arriving early and settling down he felt backed into a corner of hard faces. The air swathed his eyes with a stinging sensation, the combination of cigarettes, florescent lights, and the insistent disinfectant laid just this side of tortuous. She, talking with a group of hers in the other corner, left him to contemplate the loneliness that all here had had to step through to make it this far, stepped though that door one more time. At least for the night they could share their nightmare and make another communal prayer that its hydra head had fallen and would never spring forth with twice it’s previous strength. Bent over this Formica lunch table it seemed he could hear the sound of their relief bouncing off the cinderblock walls with the chirping yellow paint.