Quinn.

It’s quiet.
Dark, too. I think I’m asleep. Maybe even dreaming.
I never dream.
Dreams reflect reality, right? Whatever you dream about is supposed to tie in with your life somehow. Right?
Right…?
What if I’m not dreaming? What if I’ve gone blind and deaf? A modern-day Helen Keller?
Anything is possible.
I smell fire. No, that’s not right… I smell the smoke from a fire. Is that you? You shouldn’t burn all those things. You got in trouble last time.
So much trouble.
That’s why you’re here, you know. Because you burn things.
Me? They say I’m crazy. Paranoid. Schizophrenic. But that’s not true.
I just know more than them.
You and me, we’re alike. We really are. No one understands us, but we understand each other. Except, sometimes, you scare me. But sometimes I scare myself, too. So we really are alike.
Honest.
Wait…where are you going? I’m not finished yet!
I’m not finished…
I’m not…