'"I'm scared," I say.
"I know," she replies. "I know. But don't worry, (your nickname). I'll look after you. I'll always look after you. You'll be fine. Trust me." '
She says she will show me round the house. I feel calmer. I have put on a pair of knickers and an old T-shirt that she gave me, then put the robe over my shoulders. We go out on to the landing.
"You've seen the bathroom," she says, opening the door next to it. "This is the office." There is a glass desk with what I guess must be a computer, though it looks ridiculously small, almost like a toy. Next to it is a filing cabinet in gunmetal grey, above it a wall planner. All is neat, orderly.
"I work in there, now and then," she says, closing the door. We cross the landing and she opens another door. A bed, a dressing table, more wardrobes. It looks most identical to the room in which I woke.
"Sometimes you sleep in here," she says, "when you feel like it. But usually you don't like waking up alone. You get panicked when you can't work out where you are." I nod. I feel like a prospective tenant being shown around a new flat. A possible housemate.
"Let's go downstairs." I follow her down.
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