I had been locked in there for days and days, isolated, away from everyone…missing everyone (everyone being Terry and Greer), feeling like I was all alone and that I didn’t have anyone…and the voices, were telling me, that I could’ve communicate with Greer whenever I wanted?! The information had caused such impression in me, that I had even externalized my communication with the voices, and Robin was looking at me with an expression that I didn’t like at all. There was no context to that ‘what’ so she could’ve associated it to anything, she could’ve made it whatever in her head, and that wasn’t exactly good. “Everything okay, Nina?” She still had that cold expression; I was sure that if I said the wrong thing in that precise moment…I would regret it. It was still unbelievable how much h

