Engel's strolled into the room, his eyes locked on Elle who was equally staring at him. He could feel the unease in her as she watched him.
A few moments of silence reigned in the room as they held each other's gaze. Dale withheld himself from looking into her head, and hearing her thoughts. He wanted to hear say what she had in her mind and Elleanor didn't dally.
"Something is wrong with me, and you seem to know what that is." She convincingly said.
Dale looked her for a short while before replying, "What do you think is wrong with you?" He asked. His question brought a thoughtful frown to her face.
Elleanor turned away from him and towards the bed lamp by her side, her eyes locked on the bright light as if seeking the courage to speak from it.
"As a child, I have been restless. And even now I still am." She said.
Engel watched as she drew in a shaky breath.
