Jen was led into her apartment by her doctor.
She didn't know why.
All she knew was that Michal had died, and then Chris had left and she was all alone and she didn't know what to do or where to go and nothing seemed to make sense anymore.
The doctor sat down on the couch, one cushion away from Jennifer.
The doctor cleared her throat.
She was a polished woman, with straight black hair and a blue suit top with a pencil skirt. Jen could only wish.
"Jennifer, do you know why I'm here?"
"No."
"No one told you?"
"If they did I forgot."
"I see."
That couldn't have been a good answer.
"Jennifer, what do you know about this building?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is there anything... special about it that you remember?"
"No."
"You don't know that this place is for people like you?"
"People like me?"
"Yes. Jennifer, do I need to remind you?"
"I don't understand."
"This is a facility, Jennifer."
"It's a building."
"Chris wasn't supposed to move in."
"What do you mean?"
"Jennifer, Michal was sick."
"Obviously."
"Not... just physically."
"No, he was perfect."
"Jennifer."
"No."
"Jennifer, have you been seeing things again?"
"No!"
"Remember how we had to change your medicine?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Jennifer, from now on you have to stay here, ok?"
Then Jennifer hit her doctor.
