"I'm sorry, miss, but you can't exactly be in here unless you're of some relation to any of the deceased," said the mortician.
"No, you aren't listening to me," I cried, sobbing shamelessly. "I need to find my friend... he was listed under the red as Uncertain... what does it mean? What does all of it mean? Somebody please tell me!" I yelled, hugging myself and crawling in, becoming smaller and smaller. I could feel myself caving in, running into a dark place -one I hadn't been in for a while now. Anxiety was bubbling up... it would take one or two more minutes of uncertainty for me to explode... or to break down into a panic attack.
"Calm down, dear," said one of the women in the room. There were three women and two men there, I'd realised.
"You need to breathe, honey
