The 911 operator spoke calmly to the nurse as she ran from the front room into her office.  The office had an arm chair that was very comfortable to read in, a desk, computer, and rolling chair.  She hid behind the armchair.

"Everything will be okay ma'am.  As long as you locked the door, he will not be able to reach to reach your location."

The nurse was silent.

"Ma'am, you did lock the door, correct?"

The sound of the door opening and closing, followed by staggering steps slamming down on the hardwood floor of the front room answered the question.

"I guess I didn't.  And now, he is inside the house."  The whisper from the nurse was calm, but still had the slightest hint of panic in an undertone.

The response was instant.  "Ma'am, please find a secure location to hide in and try to stay silent.  I am sending reinforcements to your location now, based on the coordinates of your number's location."

A quiet thank you was muttered, and the request for her to stay on the line was made.  She happily obliged.  If these were to be her last moments alive, the nurse wanted some else, other than an escapee from her work place to know about her death.

She listened anxiously as the man in her house stalked throughout the entire house, muttering out a question that seemed very familiar to her.  It was a question that was asked of her every day.

She closed her eyes after the door to the office was pushed open by a dry, scaly hand.  A long arm and skinny body followed the hand, and the disheveled brown hair of the inmate came into sight.

A few painstakingly long moments later, the arm chair she was huddled behind shifted away from her, and she came face to face with one of the patients on her daily lunch route.

A mischievous smile adorned the shiny lips as his dazed gaze found her dinner plate sized eyes that contained a frightened gleam.

"Do you want to know...what I can do...with my slimy lips and my crusty fingers?"

The question was asked haltingly, since the man was breathing fairly hard.

The nurse slowly nodded, the first thing coming to mind being to keep the insane man entertained until the authorities arrived.

His smile widened as he made a fist with his right hand.  Then he stuck out his pointer finger and pursed his lips, his lower lip sticking out farther than his upper.

His slimy lips vibrated and he wiggled his crusty pointer finger up and down over the vibrating flabs of skin, creating one of the most ridiculous noises that the nurse had ever heard.

"BDUOOOBDUOOOBDUOOO BDUOOOBDUOOOBDUOOO BDUOOOBDUOOOBDUOOO!"