Sleep.
It’s been over an hour since Sister Evelyn left, and I haven’t slept a wink despite how exhausted I was when I arrived here.
My mind is racing with a thousand thoughts a minute, and I’ve spent the past hour lying on the narrow bed looking up at the ceiling, trying to mentally piece together my situation.
Trying - and failing - to make sense of it all.
The most pressing question I have is about the true nature of Gabby, and Michael too. At this point I’m ninety nine point nine percent certain that neither of them are human. So… what exactly are they?
In my mind, I draw up a mental checklist - a list of all the unusual attributes which both Gabby and Michael share.
1. Neither Gabby, nor Michael, ever seem to age. They both appear around eighteen or nineteen years old - and have
