IRENE
The scene had changed yet again.
This time it was to a carnival.
I knew immediately what to expect.
Stephi's fear of clowns.
For the first time, I was thankful that she had no memory, if she didn't remember anything, how would her mind be able to associate clowns with fear?
But of course, it was not as expected.
"Hell's," Isadoras muttered beside me.
There was a clown alright.
But he was huge and grotesque.
I was sure that this had to have been the same form Sam had used, of course, I couldn't be sure because Stephi had no memory of that night.
I looked over to her, trying to gauge her reaction, but she stood with a blank look on her face.
"Steph, you're up." Isadoras said, nudging her gently.
She frowned, "I don't know what I'm meant to do."
"Face your fear, I guess,"
