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He flinched, looking up at her fearfully. "Nothing, Ma'am. I'm fine."
She sat up, looking over at him, her shoulders slumping. She sighed before standing up, writing a note for him before leaving.
Ferris was standing there. He had a black eye and his hair was ruffled, and he seemed to be avoiding her gaze. "Ma'am, Romero requests your...
Ophelia woke with a start, her fist clenching in panic as she sat up.
(Zoop!) She had been left alone the entire day. At the end of the night, though, there was another knock on the door.
(Zoop?)
He left the room, closing the door behind him.
She closed her eyes and fell silent, her dark hair falling in front of her face.
He hesitated before turning to leave. "Enjoy your breakfast."
She sighed a little, resting her head down. "I miss you," she told him quietly. "Goodnight."
He laughed a little in embarrassment. "Huh. I guess you do. Sorry."
She looked up at him, frowning. "What do you mean? Of course you can."
He frowned too, looking away from her. "Okay. I'm Ferris."
She exhaled, her shoulders slumping. "Will you wake me up before you kill me?" she asked, moving to lie on her side.
He frowned at her, his brow furrowing. "...what's your name?"
"It's not your job to comfort me or to make me feel better," she replied. "I just... are you remembering anything? Why didn't you kill me back there?"
His face changed with realization. "Oh... but... I don't know who you are."
She pulled her knees closer to her, saying nothing for a moment. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm sad. I really miss you."
He looked relieved, closing his eyes. "Okay. Okay. What did we have, then?"
She laughed a little, looking up at him. "Abes, you're the one who is experiencing all this. You don't need to apologize."
