He turns at the sound of her voice. Follows her finger and stares at the mural. The mural with the woman, hunched over and supporting herself on her staff.

He rests one hand on the wall to steady himself.

“That’s her.” His voice is very quiet. “That’s the Director. But then, I don’t understand . . .”

The creature the Director is facing. The monster. The dragon. His brow furrows, uncomprehending.

“Why is she in this old mural? Looking at that thing. Is she talking to it?”