Strangely, this man’s awful personality is really starting harsh my mellow, and is just the thing to remind me that I actually do have a body, with a nose, and it doesn’t like what its smelling.

Almost like there’s a spark of life still in me.

“I…hate…doctors.”

“Lex!” Riley shouts, “You’re back!” She smiles down and scoops me up into her arms. “How many fingers do you have up,” the girl asks, strangely reaching for my own hand to waggle toward my gaze.