The walls were a made of black stones of different sizes held together by white wood. The floor was a complete mirror that reflected the ceiling showing the night sky. Doted around were wooden benches with people sitting on them waiting for appointments with Lyle or with the doctors. The woman at the reception smiled as Cole dragged Clare over.
"This is her?"she asked not evening glancing at Cole.
"Sure is,"he sneered, a slight smile in his voice.
"Good," and with that she punched Clare in the face, knocking her unconscious.
Because I wrote this is a lesson, this was all I had time for, so if you want me to carry it on please say or I'll just scrap it. Thanks! ;)