. . . .

That night, Adrienne finally finds her new room in the west corridor on the fourth floor of the building. The room is all the way down at the end of the hallway, and a sign on the door reads, "Lt. Adrienne Softpaw."

"Lieutenant?" She mutters, shaking her head. The room is small, with a single bed, an empty bookshelf, a nightstand, and a barred off window that gives her a semi-decent view of the outside world.

There is a gentle knock on the door as a familiar voice says quietly, "Special delivery."

Adrienne sighs and opens the door aggressively. "What do you want, Wilde?"

Nick smiles and reaches into his bag, pulling out the small box Director Lupus had given her. "You left this in your other room." He says, holding it out to her.

She swipes it from him quickly and sets it on her nightstand. "Gimme that. Why are you here?"

"Dinner's on in fifteen minutes. Do everyone a favor and make yourself presentable." Nick says before closing the door.

. . . .

When Adri gets downstairs to the cafeteria, Tony is sitting at the table in the corner, looking at the TV mounted on the wall. Adri sits down next to him to find out what he's looking at. The news is on, and of course, it's about her.

"That does it for weather tonight. Let's see what the word on the street is." The news anchor says. "What have you got for us tonight?" He says, looking at the other reporter.

The reporter nods, "Yes, well the Adrienne Softpaw case came to a close last night with the missing veteran being found in a bar not far from the police station. I interviewed Officer Judy Hopps earlier today about it."

Judy appears onscreen with the reporter, "So, Officer Hopps. Tell us about Adrienne Softpaw." The reporter says.

Judy nods, "We found her in a bar last night. As of now, she's a little unstable, a little dangerous. But we're working with her one on one to make a full recovery."

Adri gets up and leaves the table, saying nothing as she walks away, obviously extremely agitated.

She storms up to her room and slams the door. She leans against the wall, trying to slow her breathing. She feels alone. Betrayed. Forgotten. A burning rage fills her heart as she rips the bookshelf off the wall and it topples to the floor with a satisfying crash. She flips her bed on its side and kicks her nightstand over as Judy's words repeat over and over in her mind.

Unstable

She rips one of the steel bars off the window and bashes her head against the glass, shattering it.

Dangerous

She punches straight through the drywall, busting her knuckles before collapsing to the floor.

. . . .

About an hour later, Judy approaches Adri's door and stops in her tracks when she hears sobbing coming from inside the bedroom. Judy cautiously and softly knocks on the door, "Adri.." She says slowly, "Adri, are you okay?"

"Go away!" Adri screams. "I don't want to hurt you."

Judy slowly opens the door and looks around in shock and horror. Furniture is destroyed and strewn around. Broken glass covers the floor, and claw marks score the walls. Adri lies on the floor in tears, wrists bleeding, screaming in agony.

. . . .