Chapter 3

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Sam

As he sat down for group, he glanced around the room casually. A circle of about eight other patients sat in plain plastic chairs, a mix of young and old, but they all looked nervous. Especially the girl immediately to the right of Dr. Fuller. Her knees were drawn into her, curling into a defensive ball. Dark hair tumbled over her shoulders and onto her knees, obscuring her face. Martin leaned over, nodding in the girl's direction.

"That's Jane." Sam nodded back subtly. He shifted in his seat, observing the strange Jane Doe, who didn't speak and was possibly their only lead on the monster they were hunting. Maybe even the monster herself. He couldn't eliminate any possibilities yet. 

Suddenly the girl looked up and Sam felt the world fall out from beneath him.

Horribly familiar grey eyes stared at him; empty and distant. The eyes of a dead woman.

Jane Doe was Anna Colt.

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