She remembered she was in the mental hospital and a lot of people were looking for her because she eloped.
She quickly called her father.
"Daddy!" She gasped,
"Francesca, what happened?" William's voice replied on the phone,
"Daddy, please send me an escort back home. That girl, Monroe is insane." She whined,
"Why? Where are you at?" William asked,
"The mental hospital." Francesca replied quietly,
"Are you f*cking kidding me right now?" William was stupefied.
"No." Francesca replied, neevously,
"You already have a screwed up reputation and you wanted to make it worse by being in the mental hospital as a patient?!" William growled,
"They don't know me yet and if I didn't leave this place in any minute, then not it's not only me!" She argued.
Francesca hung up.
Any moment now and the guards will reach the rooftop.
Francesca frantically piled up empty boxes and climbed on to the roof of the door.
Using her kitten heeled shoe, she knocked the pile so no one would suspect.
The door banged open and a couple of security guards burst out.
Francesca had to lie flat down the roof so they wouldn't see her.
Her heart hammering wildly.
"Do you see the runaway patient?" One asked the other,
"No. It's hard to find someone we hardly even saw." He replied sighing.
"Well, maybe it ran off back to it's home? If not, maybe someone found it in the streets and take the guy back here." The other one reasoned,
"You do have a point." He agreed.
They went back inside.
Francesca found a doctor's white coat left on one of the boxes standing.
She checked it if it's clean, then wore it to disguise.
She tied her hair with a scrunchie and put on her sunglasses.
She went back inside walking casually passing by doctors and nurses.
Some of the patients were totally out of their mind screaming.
She took the elevator to the ground floor.
She waited by the entrance for a few minutes and her driver arrived.