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[versusnurture]

[Abigail's voice quavers, as though she's uncertain of the connection, like someone making their first long-distance call. She starts out firm and then peters out into uncertainty, the tail end of her first sentence almost a question.]

My name is Abigail . . . Hobbs.

I'm not sure how I got here, but I'm here now. [A pause; who to ask for?] I'm looking for Dr. Alana Bloom. She's tall with dark hair. She was supposed to check in with me this morning, but instead I'm here.

Are there - [And here she inserts a little more tremor than necessary into her voice, because she doesn't know what else to do right now - ] Are there letters home? That kind of thing? How does this work? Because I need to talk to my dad.

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[versusnurture]

Probably. Something like that.

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[secretasshole]

That's very vague.

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[versusnurture]

You don't think killing people is a specific reason?

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[secretasshole]

We all have our reasons.

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[versusnurture]

I'd like to know yours.

[Not that she expects him to tell her. She's just putting it out there.]

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[secretasshole]

Likewise.

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[versusnurture]

I'll tell you.

Maybe not today. But I'll tell you.

[If anyone will understand, she thinks, it's David.]

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[secretasshole]

Thank you.

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[versusnurture]

Thank you. You were actually helpful.

[Unlike these other losers.]

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[secretasshole]

I'm glad.