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seams completely preposterous. A ray of blue and red lasers scanned over her finger and the machine spoke softly ‘Payment granted- Thank you Mrs. Marvel’. Kerry left the taxi and looked up at the tall building just over the road from her, it was a very old building and it looked haunted, as there was an eerie presence along with dark clouds that seemed to linger above as she walked to the spiked tall black gate. The stars were peering out behind the thick placid clouds sparkling randomly as Kerry took one last look above her, feeling a nauseating pain throughout as she reached for her keys to her spacious home in Park Avenue on the upper east side, the house that Rupert has worked so hard for. Kerry pulled back her sleeve and said her grandfather’s nursing home clearly into her embedded telephone piece on her wrist underside ‘Manalan Nursing’s, Oxfordshire, England’.
     
    The trolley squeaked as the wheels changed from carpeted surface to that of wooden. It was the health assistant bringing the patients their medicine for the night before bedtime. Jim hated medication of which he thought he was alone with this thought, unaware that the majority of the patients and retired persons really wanted nothing better than to wonder free down to the local shop or walk their pets, something human, whereas to be placed here Jim thought of as captivity like a bear in chains.
     
    The young women wearing a blue tight fitting uniform that really didn’t accent her figure began reading Jim’s medical record on the way to finding him. The blue folder with reams of notes looked tattered and eroded. The young women flicked through the contents of the documents to locate Jim’s medication. Jim had unfortunately been diagnosed with a progressing Alzheimer’s and before this he had been having troubles with his heart, which made him lose the feeling in one side of his body after having an aggressive heart attack. This made Jim unable to talk much to the staff or family, of which made him reclusive, aggressive and sad as Frankie had recalled one of the matrons viewing a tear on occasions in despair for being speechless.
     
    ‘Evening Jim, how are we today then?’ shouted matron Henchworth in an extremely patronising tone. Jim acknowledged in the form of a murmur and a half smile that was about all he could manage.
    ‘Time for your medication and then bedtime I think for you lot’ said the matron after a long pause looking around the room whilst attending to Jim’s medication. Jim looked at the floor with an absorbing stare wondering whether things would change. A youngish girl of Asian orientation entered the room with urgency as the matron beamed at her.
    ‘Can’t you see I’m busy, go and attend to the others’ declared the matron with a stare that was soul penetrating. The small Asian women took this in her stride, obviously having been spoken to like this constantly in her working profession here.
    ‘But Miss this is a video transmission from America for Mr. Marvel’ whined the women. The matron looked confused and the eyed the blue and white clock faced situated about the canteen hatch.
    ‘Surely not at this hour!’ protested the matron. Jim made a loud noise, probably one of the loudest he’s made, as he looked tearful with eyes widened with intrigue. The matron glanced at the Asian women and then to Jim.
    ‘Very well, he’ll take the call in here’ accepted the matron grudgingly. The small women placed the call through into the conservatory area, where the matron noticed it had started getting quite dark and placed the mushroom shaped lamp on in the unfinished bricked corner, which gave little help to anyone.
     
    The Asian women passed what looked like a diary to the matron who stared back at the women as se stood next to her.
    ‘Well…. don’t you have any work to do?’ questioned the matron. The Asian women Dia turned away and looked at the floor whilst muttering something in Arabic, which I’m