Dreaming to be her's again

*DING*

Angela stepped outside the Elevator to the VIP section, her strides grew heavy as she closed in with Lucifer's room. Suddenly, she bumped into an unfamiliar face. 

"Sorry," It was a man; wearing a long black baggy hoodie under his grimy green Janitor's clothing. His hood hung low covering the portion above his nose. 

He excused himself and proceeded to the stairs. The elevator was empty...why would he take the stairs? Maybe it's because it was mainly reserved for Doctors and other visitors or perhaps he had to clean the stairs. 

Nevertheless, she overlooked it. She approached the door to enter the pin and unlock it. A head cocked out of the stairs reading her fingers as she pressed the numbers.   

"2 5 8 6," He said to himself repeatedly until it was engraved in his memory. The double doors slid open and she entered the room. 

"Mr. Camphell? Are you here?" She asked, noticing the bed was empty.