All it is, is a damned headache if you ask me. I don't appreciate my life being toyed with and... dowloaded into my brain however it is that they see fit. I don't appreciate not knowing what the hell has actually happened to me.
Real. ... The other prison was real. And that's honestly the only thing I'm sure of.
[Right then, she felt a rain drop. Martha looked up at the ceiling as another one plopped on her face.]