“Why was I being hassled into the Police station? Why today?” She thought to herself, silently wishing these upset men better cool it, she could barely stay on her feet. She just left the hospital, gees. This week could have been the best- oh, she could barely think the rest of that sentence. As Lee was pushed into a room, that seemed to be her destination, she came crashing down. She just lies there, obviously not having enough strength to push herself up, that was until she heard the door open. Lee, or Lynn as she is used to being called, sat in the chair that was on the same side as the door. She isn’t dumb, she was here because everyone around her is disappearing, right? If you ask her, she will tell you that she has more personal things to care about. It isn’t being selfish, being in and out of the hospitals shows she doesn’t need who is gone on her brain. A black-haired male in a suit- Whose wedding did you miss? The man was being followed by a tall, slim male who didn’t seem to want to harm her? “I am SSA Jason Earlynhoff, this dr. Stephen Doveheart.” The “V” one or the overly complicated one? “Seems only one of you worked for your role,” Lee mumbled, not caring all that much. “You both are with the FBI, here to talk about the disappearances, huh?” They, in turn, stared at her, “Listen, my mother is dead and I have been in and outs of the hospital. Surprisingly, I am not in a mental hospital.” “Ms. Nayak-” “Just call me LYNN, and just check my records.” “Do you recog-” “I knew everyone that disappeared.” Lynn interrupted the formal one, once again, who was showing pictures of the dead, that was unbeknownst to her.  “You like to be in control of conversions?” This brought a smile, one that no way reached her dead-looking eyes, “If only if I can guess what the other person is saying.” She said to the doctor. “Maybe, I’ll have more luck.”

    With a few more estranged words, Mr. Earlynhoff, Or whatever his name was, didn’t get a word in through the entire rest of the conversation. After what seemed like hours, the clock is extremely loud in her ears. Screw that ticking sound. They proceeded to get up, seeming to want to regroup with the rest of the bullcrap unit, but as soon as they opened the door, the next words that blew through her lips surprised everyone that could hear her. “You are wrong, I can, in fact, love. I am not a narcissist or anything.” She said, fiercely, her walls building again. “I do not even fit your profile. What? I watched the news.” She proceeded to sit there. As the men walked out, The first time in a while, she has had pleasant thoughts. After being interrogated by the FBI, go figure.

    Soon enough, she was released, because they proved that she didn’t lie to them. Her hospital stays gave her an alibi and her sexuality being the reason that her mother died. Mama was happy about how proud her daughter was of herself, the mother told the wrong person and she paid the ultimate price. That was supposed to be the end of Lee Necessary Nayak, for Dr. Stephen Doveheart, but the man found himself at her next hospital stays. “Hey.” Those soft lips whispers, as beautiful hazel eyes open, to look at the awake patient. “That chair cannot be as comfortable as you make it out to be.” Laughter came and merged into a beautiful friendship, right? That all it seemed to be to the profiler and the woman, but as her life always seemed to suggest, nothing is what it seems.