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Annicka
Clever boy. Annicka delighted in intelligent people. She loved when people were more than she could initially figure out. They gave her a thrill as deep and meaningful as what she gave to her patients. This George had a lot going on beneath the sinew and sweat and she was determined to figure him out. If it took time to do so, she was hardly in a hurry, and if he proved disappointing in the end she knew there were three hundred other inhabited rooms, so there were many more to choose from. “Maybe you’re right,” she said, the benign quality in her voice one she adopted in sessions. “But like most people it’s my perception I’m worried about.”
Annicka recrossed her legs, this time an unconscious gesture mirroring George as he shifted into a more relaxed position. “Not too long, maybe a couple of weeks. I don’t keep count because there isn’t really much of a point.” It was true, she could have kept a more accurate timeline but the world of the hotel was unchangeable day by day exception through interaction. No doors ever opened, nor did any windows, the kitchen was always fully stocked but there seemed to be no way in or out. It was a puzzle, but one far less interesting that the inhabitants. “What about you?”
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MandyI want to believe the past is done with us
the moment we are done with it
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