[It's this name when it shows up that starts memory flashes again. Her fingers move over the page tracing the letters of the name Peggy gently. It's similar to the depth of emotion she felt earlier when she saw Steve's picture, but it ran through her differently. She takes a minute to respond as she looks around the room trying to remember. There had been flowers in the room earlier. She needed to call the doctor. He'd solve this, fix her. Make her better. Where were the flowers? They were here. But when? A week ago? Five days. Five days ago there were flowers. Where were the flowers? Broken. The doctor broke the flowers. And her. He was going to break her. Again.]
I don't know for how long. But I'm coming back in pieces. I know you. I didn't even need your picture.