Two months later…
Liz placed her hand in Max's and stepped out of the car. She looked around, taking in the lush greenery of late August that only Pacific North West can provide.
The weather was hot and dry, but the morning breeze made it pleasant.
Max and Liz left their driver by the car and proceeded toward the gated entrance that had a sign: "Pacific Heights Mental Institution".
After security checks and exchange of information, Max and Liz were granted entrance.
This was not the first time for them to come here, but Liz was still not comfortable with tight armed security. It reminded her of their adventure in the jungle which ended with her getting shot.
