48. The Answer

He stares at his hands like he’s written the answers on his palms. “I can give people nightmares.” He waits for her to laugh. 

She doesn’t laugh. “How?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I just have to think of what I want them to dream about and then I touch them. It’s like putting something in their pockets. But there’s blowback.” He winces. “Consequences.”

She stares at him with wide, hungry eyes. She lets out a shuddering breath.  “I have,” she pauses. Her cheeks are pink. She looks more alive than Shou has ever seen her before. “So many questions.”

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47. The Question

“He didn’t attack you, did he?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He bends the page’s corner back and forth. He’s never been a good liar.

“He said you did something. Everyone heard him, even on our floor.” 

Shou winces.

“He’s in solitary now, you know.” 

The muscles in his face contract. 

She knows the names of every one but doesn’t know what’s going on beneath them. “He said you warned him, Shou.” She leans forward, catches his gaze. “What happened?”

The page beneath his fingers rips. He smooths it flat. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

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46. Miranda Wants Answers: Library Edition

“Can you wait until I’m done with this section?” He asks, winces, and tsks loudly three times. 

The librarian glares at him, unsure if he’s doing it on purpose. He’s not. 

“What for?” 

“The SAT.”

“Because I’m illiterate. I meant why are you studying, obviously. We won’t be able to go, even if we get out of here.” Miranda doesn’t grieve the lost opportunity. She hasn’t bothered with school in years.

“I will,” he says softly. “I’m going to become a lawyer. I’ll defend the people who need it most.” 

Her eyes narrow, but she waits until he’s done, anyway. 

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45. Miranda vs Therapy: Round 3, Concluded

“That’s our time for today.” Dr. Smith flips his legal pad closed. 

Miranda stands. Her mind is busy elsewhere, so her pride doesn’t stifle her sycophantic forced cheer. “Thanks so much!” 

At the doorway, “Oh!” she says like a thought just occurred to her, “Will Shou get another roommate?”

Dr. Smith smiles. “Soon. But don’t worry: Jeremy won’t. He’ll spend a few days in solitary—just to be sure he isn’t a danger to himself or others.”

Miranda’s mind flashes to the white room, the buzz of silence in her ears.

She forces her lips upwards and bares her teeth. “Great!”

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44. Miranda vs Therapy: Round 3, continued

“Let’s talk about last week.”

“I went to bed and when I woke up, I was in that room.” 

“So you didn’t know Clarke wanted to leave? Why she was digging?”

“He,” she corrects. “Clarke is male.”

Dr. Smith smiles indulgently.

Punching Dr. Smith in the face will get her locked in solitary again, so she retreats into her mind, lets it wander. 

What was that box Clarke dug up? Why did he give up control when he found it? Curiosity rolls over in the back of her mind. 

“Well, however Clarke thinks of herself, let’s talk about her motivation.”

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43. Miranda vs Therapy: Round 3

“You seem distracted, Miranda,” Dr. Smith announces from the other side of his legal pad. 

Clarke jostles closer to the front of her mind. He wants to punish Dr. Smith. He wants to leave. Miranda shakes her head.

“I’m just tired,” she says.“I didn’t get much sleep.”

Dr. Smith nods and stifles a yawn. “Yes, the night staff told me what happened. Very unfortunate. And Jeremy had been doing so well up until this point.”

“Had he?” Miranda asks, trying to sound bored. “This was unexpected, then?”

“Yes and no. But relapse is quite common. Such a tragic illness.”

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