LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN, SHALL WE?

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A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

—Friedrich Nietzsche

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The first thing Sarah becomes aware of is the murmur of voices above her.

She tries to resist the blinding panic that's making its way up her throat as she feels the restraints on her arms to keep her in place. She can hear the beeping of a heart-monitor and the same all-too-familiar voices speaking near her in hushed tones.

She's back in that same damn room.

Sarah wants to scream.

She fights the urge to move, not wanting the people in the room to realize she's awake. Eyes still shut, she listens to their conversation with growing uneasiness.

"I called Eichen House. They said they've had no patients escape from them in the last few years."

"What about family?"

"Still no word back on the fingerprints or DNA test. I checked all the missing persons reports, but still got nothing. Nobody's come by to claim her so far."

Sarah's confusion only spikes.

What the hell are they talking about?

"This girl didn't just come from nowhere, Noah. She has to have some family out there."

The man in question sighs. "I'm doing everything I can, Melissa, but it's a little bit harder to do all this than usual without a name."

"I am sorry about that," The actress's voice says, drifting over to Sarah's ears. "But she was becoming hysterical. I had no choice." The woman lets out a breath of frustration, "She was terrified, Noah. I don't know exactly what all happened to her out there, but it wasn't good."

Sarah forces herself not to flinch as she feels the woman's fingers brush over her collarbone.

The older woman slightly brushes Sarah's golden hair to the side, revealing more of her neck. The girl continues to listen to the two adult's conversation as adrenaline races through her veins.

"You see that?" The actress for Melissa asks, concern filling her voice.

"Yeah, I see it. What—" The older man's voice pauses as he apparently shuffles closer. "What is that?" he asks in astonishment.

"It's called a Lichtenberg figure. They appear on lightning strike victims." The actress explains, moving Sarah's hair back into place. "There are marks like that all over her chest. Some are worse than others."

"What are you saying, Melissa?" The older man questions in surprise. "That this kid got hit by a car and struck by lightning in the same day?"

"I know how it sounds," The actress begins, before sighing. "But it would seem that her luck is that bad."

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