Doors

[Locked to Sam A]

[On his way out the door following this.]

Thanks.

[locked to cerise s.]

I know we fucking hate each other, and trust me when I say this ain't a thrill for me either, but [...] I need to talk to you.

[After the pictures of Ian show up and she's spoken with Sid. She still hasn't looked at the pictures themselves. Several hours pass where she curls up in her bed, sometimes silent, sometimes angry, sometimes crying. The facility staff keeps coming in to check on her, so finally:]

Please tell them to stop checking. I'm not going anywhere. I just need them to leave me alone for a while.

I saw this at the coffee shop when I stopped this morning.

Optimist: Someone who figures that taking a step backward after taking a step forward is not a disaster, it's more like a cha-cha.

[LOCKED to Ella D.]

Meet me at the McDonalds on Las Vegas Blvd. 2 PM.