12 weeks later
mia: king, are you OK?
king: . . .
mia: I'm gonna go, bye..
king: NO, DON'T GO!
mia: . . . why . . .
king: because I'll be lonely, and die alone, please...
mia: um, OK
king: thank you.
mia walks out the room thinking. leaving her mind like a torn heart that skips a beat every time something new happens
mia: this place is like hell...
