It had been an entire month since Sara had last encountered Frank. This had taken a large toll on her, having to be torn away from her friend as soon as she got to finally see him again. She refused to speak to a single soul, even the kind nurses that did their best to keep her happy.

No, I'll only speak to HIM. No one else matters!

Sara told herself this every time someone tried to coax her into talking. She couldn't afford to give up hope, not while Frank could still be out there. Even so, she felt her trust in Frank grow slimmer and slimmer with each passing day. Suddenly, while curled up in her new bedroom, she heard a knock at her door. However, she refused to respond to the action, and the source of said noise ended up letting themself inside the room. It was an enderly woman in a white robe, the woman tasked with taking care of Sara while she was held here. Sara referred to her as 'Nurse Woman', at least she did in her mind; she didn't care to discover the woman's true name.  "Good morning dear. I've brought you breakfast" Nurse Woman spoke with a kind-hearted smile, dropping offa tray of food at the little girl's bedside to eat. Sara didn't respond, nor did she make any move to accept the tray of food. "Ah.. I'll be going now. Just come to my office if you ever need me" Nurse Woman said with a faltering tone, it seemed as though Sara's silent treatment still makes her uncomfortable. The white-haired lady saw herself out, while Sara was stuck having to sit and watch.

Why would I need you? Senile old woman.

Sara sat in silence for a good few hours, as though she had absolutely nothing better to do rather than to wait. Just as soon as the silence that surrounded her returned, a wave of noise came clashing down in the form of a second knock on her door. This time, it was a man who came into the room. He was her Emotions Helper. There was a fancier name for it, she just didn't know what ut was. He was known as Mr. Smiles. "Hello, girlie! How was your rest?" He inquired with a wide and toothy grin, the enthusiasm in his voice bringinga sick feeling to her stomach. After recieving no response from the girl, he quickly let himself inside and sat on a stool at her bedside.

Don't come closer, please don't...

Sara quite obviously hated Mr. Smiles. Whether it was for happy-go-lucky he was towards his traumatized patients, or for something far more sinister, one would never know.

Then, like her pleading for salvation from this man meant nothing, he drew closer. "Now, then, missy.." he mumbled as he scribbled something down on his Handy Dandy clipboard (as he would put it) before looking back up to Sara, "I believe it is about time for your 'examination', wouldn't you agree?" The grin on his face went from ear to ear, and it made Sara's blood run cold. That smile told lies, and she knew exactly what secrets he was hiding. And then they had buttsex.