Peace of Mind
It had taken a while. Longer than expected. Around forty years, to be exact.
Yet, she had found it. Among the decaying corridors and the faint echo of children's chatter that forever reverberated. It had seemed like any other time, any other place. Not anymore.
If someone had told her that this would be the case, she would have laughed. It had been another day at the office. Or so it had seemed.
She weaved her way through the maze of corridors, the same way she always went, only stopping when she came to the entrance of it all. The stained glass reflected a stretch of light across the plain floor. Almost ethereal.
Rachel saw the red and yellow sign, those interlinking letters, and she found peace there.