The stranger...
He is tall, well-dressed—lean, with brown hair slicked back, very stylish in a relaxed way, even though he was wearing a simple tee and pants. He was holding a fruit basket, wrapped with a ribbon, as though he had stepped straight out of an elite magazine spread for "Thoughtful & Nice Visitors Weekly."
The stranger blinked, visibly startled when he saw Sky. "Oh. Uh…"
Sky blinked in return, wondering if he was in the right room. The man glanced down at the room plaque, back at Sky, then frowned slightly. "Isn't this… Chris Owen's room?"
Sky hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. I mean… I think so."
The stranger tilted his head. It was obvious he was lost as to why a stranger was in this room then.
Sky crossed his arms. "You're looking for Chris?"
"Yes. I'm Liam. Liam Adley," the stranger said, holding up the fruit basket as if it were a peace offering. "Old frenemy. Brought him this. Uh... are you a patient here?"
