After Maisie left Cilla thought seriously about that kitchen maid job. She had only about two hundred dollars left and with Brian in the asylum, she had no idea when he'd be able to earn more to support her.

She decided she'd definitely be looking for a job - that one, or almost any other that provided a high degree of decency. But first she was intent upon going to the dance with Marie on Saturday. It had been years since she'd been out to a party of any kind. Brian just wasn't the party-going type.

On Thursday she went to visit him.

This was her third visit to the Mission Avenue asylum, St. Augustine's. Going there was depressing because some of the people she saw were so far gone mentally it upset her to watch their strange behaviors. Brian, however, was not all that weird. To outward seeming he was just the same, but before going into St.Augustine's he'd carefully ripped to shreds every shirt he had, saying he was sure the devil was talking to him from inside the threads.

He smiled when he saw her approaching, but then as if he remembered he should be angry instead the smile faded from his face and he took on a contemptuous air.

"Hello Brian." Cilla sat in a chair across from him and tried to get him to make eye contact.

"I want out of here," he said. He looked at her but it wasn't friendly.

She sighed. Apparently he still thought she was the cause of his problems.

"What does the doctor say about leaving?" she asked.

"He said he's not ready to decide when that will occur." Brian looked at Cilla as if to say, its your fault, so do something.

"I love you Brian," she said.

"That's not enough. Get me out of here."

"I'll see what I can do," she said, "but for now I need to go. Maybe next week you'll be happy to see me."

She left then, not sure whether she'd bother to go back the following Thursday or not.