Expecting Derrick to duck out on their session meant Janine was ready and waiting for him the next morning. She stood outside of the building he was housed in and kept watch. Sure enough, about a half-hour before their session was set to start, the front doors to the building opened with an electric whine as someone pressed the automated button.
Derrick emerged, hands wielding the grips of his wheelchair, pushing himself along at a quick clip, so quick she practically had to trot to keep him in sight. She knew better than to confront him in the open. Besides, she wanted to see where he went.
The rehab center grounds housed numerous buildings, most of them for rehabilitation of some sort. While they offered an in-house program for people like Derrick, they also took those who had adapted enough to function in the outside world but still needed a place they could exercise.