The problem with having friends--a friend--was that they could try to figure you out, if you opened up to them. Jessica didn't enjoy that vulnerability, and she couldn't help but scowl back. "I know it doesn't. I'm just trying to understand," she argued. "The holes in my memory, I don't want them there. And if I don't fill them, I'll wonder, and I'll keep wondering, until it all comes back to me or I lose my mind." Jessica sat back against the booth, her scowl, more or less, a stubborn frown. She knew that Nick was trying to protect her, not only from her past, but from herself. She liked to think that she was stronger than that, and ignored the voice in the back of her mind telling her she wasn't. "It won't change anything, you're right. But I do think it will give me closure, and that's what matters."