Superego

>Both of you: Get the hell outta there!



You get the hell outta there, crying together.



You try to gather the strength to tell Helen what happened. You feel like you should say it aloud. It hurts, but you don't want to hide it.



As you wander further down the halls, Helen tries to distract you with random stories from her life. You appreciate the gesture, but you're not sure you have the mental energy to give her all the attention you could be giving her right now. A lot of what she says runs together.

Time passes.







"Hey...w-wait..."



"Do you think this is someone's room?"
"Maybe? But...is th-there anyone left doing these? I thought it was j-just us..."
"Uh...hm... Oh, there's--no, wait..."
"D-do we go in? Even if n-no one else is in there? Isn't that...sn...snooping?"