The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
--"In a Station of the Metro" by Ezra Pound--
Something strange was definitely happening. She should have told Dr. Crane, about it, but with little evidence and not wanting to appear paranoid she didn't say anything. Yet just watching the guy outside the Asylum doors made her skin crawl.
There was something off about him. He seemed too occupied, too much like he was trying to appear curious and lost. He had on a dark coat, a baseball cap, and a pair of sunglasses, and Becky felt her muscles tense every minute she watched him. An uncanny feeling gnawed in her stomach. He was spying on the Asylum she was sure of it. She could have sworn she'd been seeing this man, albeit in different disguises each time, for the time span of a week.
Her eyes went wide, when he paused in his movements and his head was aimed right at her. Was he staring in her eyes? Were his lips stretching in an unnerving smirk?
Then he twisted. A person came to his side. They seemed to have an animated discussion and he walked off with them. Becky relaxed, but the paranoid feeling remained in her system and like she had been doing for a few days, her eyes periodically shifted to stare out into the streets of the Narrows, excepting the appearance of the man again.
She just knew it was the same guy she had been seeing since Wednesday of last week.