"I don't even play piano, that's just because of Tristan," Laurie muttered, reluctantly looking away from her lap.
"Look... doctor... I didn't really do anything before this happened. I was in high school. I'd never even been on a real date. I'm a virgin. I had just gotten my driver's license... I didn't go to my prom," she said, a note of defensiveness in her voice. "I did my homework and babysat for my neighbors to get extra money and I read a lot and went to concerts. I don't... I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I had a job at a coffee shop, because it helped take my mind off stuff. I want to see Europe. Other than that, there's... there's nothing. I'm nothing. Anything I had, whoever I was, is dead now. Laurie Strode fucking died. Twice," she muttered toward her lap, bitter touch on her voice.