“Misssss Paige,” he clears his throat while thumbing through the chart in hand, “We didn’t expect to see you back here so soon,” he sighs before turning toward Riley with a smile. “Oh, and you brought your mother again too.” A joke I’ve heard too many times today.

The doctor steels his tone, “You haven’t broken the narrative, I take it?”

Before I can even start to understand what that means, Riley has already begun to tear up. “I didn’t tell her anything!” she cries, “I swear, honest!”

Of course, my never gossips about anybody roommate needs to share every detail of my apparently “strange behavior,” how she’s been trying to avoid questions about my memories, and how she knew something was wrong from very start. Apparently I should’ve known how good her pancakes were — “Without putting so much syrup on them.”

Riley at least mentions my transition from boy to girl by the end of her scene-by-scene recollection. “Doctor K, It’s like she’s her old eggy-self.” she jeers, “I mean have you even seen how she walks? Look! She’s all shoulders! No hips!”