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CHARACTERS: Crane and EVERYONE.
LOCATION: Crane's room
WARNINGS: Crazy
SUMMARY: Crane's door is open for all of his patients.
NOTES: I finally decided I'd throw up a log. TELL HIM YOUR PROBLEMS. PLEASE. EVERYONE.

[ Throughout the day, Crane's door is open. If you decide to walk in you'll see him with a pen and paper, waiting expectantly. He's hear to help your problems, Tranquility. He's here as a shoulder to cry on. ]

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Hmm...

[Nothing in return, or any "Nice to meet you, too." She isn't sure if the situation merits it yet.

[She pauses, though. Her eyes narrow, and for a few seconds, she doesn't answer.]

...that's the problem. I'm not entirely sure.

You're not entirely sure?

[She pauses, her lips line.]

There are a lot of things that I don't remember.

Okay, let's start there--what's the last thing you remember?

Hospital.

[The morgue being the most recent thing she can remember. The stuff before that... not so easy to describe. It feels more like a muddled up dream, lost in a fog.]

...I killed someone. He was trying to attack me. So it was okay.

[Rey!Logic. Got to love it.]

[ Iiiinteresting. ]

You don't remember why?

[She shrugs.]

He was crazy. He wore a patient's uniform.

[That's what it looked like, anyway. So obviously, that makes it perfectly all right.]

Well--this is good. This is progress. We can work from there.

[ He scribbles a few things on his pad, tilting his head to the side. ]

So after that, you woke up here?

[Rey nods.]

I think so. After a gunshot went off. The details are hazy.

[If one were the reflective type, she might even have believed that she died.

[She just didn't care.]

[ And that's when Crane straightens, curious. ]

So a gunshot went off... Hnn. Rey, there's a possibility you might have died, are you aware of this?

[She shrugs. Yes, it might have occurred to her before, at some point, but--]

It didn't seem like a big deal.

[ Did she just shrug off the fact that she's dead?

Allow Crane to part his lips, confused, more than a little puzzled. This girl is a definite enigma. ]

It's your life--that's a very, very big deal, Rey.

[She just cocks her head to the side, vaguely just as confused by Crane's statement.]

Why? I am just a number. It even says so, on my arm.

[She puts an emphasis on this fact by rolling up the sleeve of her jumpsuit, revealing her own personal "056" tattoo.]

No, Rey. You're alive--your more than just a number.

..This is what you truly believe?

...I have no reason to believe otherwise.

[She looks marginally confused by what he's saying.]

It's fine, though. I'm okay with it.

[ Here comes the hard question: ]

Why?

[By all means, it should be a hard question. But Rey's prompt reply doesn't treat it as such:]

Because I don't have a purpose, and if I died, no one would feel sad for me.

[It would help if Rey had a basic grasp of what sadness even feels like.]

...You really have no family. [ A statement he wishes her to expound upon, of course. ]

I'm pretty sure that a loving family wouldn't have left me in a morgue to rot.

[But maybe she's just making premature assumptions there. Totally not bitter about it, at all.]

Also... My toe tag, the one that had my name... It didn't have a family name on it.

Everyone comes from somewhere. Perhaps you should focus on finding a family here?

[She looks at him, mulling over the statement with knitted brows.]

Finding a family? What do you mean?

Family is more than blood. There are experiments--I won't spare you the details, but I'm sure there might be a few scraps of research brought with me--regardless.

[ He folds his fingers, placing them on his lap. The pen has been set down. ]

What I'm saying is that perhaps you should focus on forming relationships here. It's unhealthy to be on your own.

[She pauses, thinking about this a little. It sounds familiar, like something maybe Ariadne would probably say.]

I try, sometimes. It's just hard. I think it's usually easier for me to be on my own -- before here.

[Nothing definite. Only a feeling.]

Ah, that right there--the word 'before.'

I want you to treat this like a new start, Rey.

A new start?

[She pauses, considering his words for a long moment, before she finally nods.]

...I think I understand.

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