"Yeah. That sounds nice." Anna nodded. This woman was being so sweet to her. Which was a rather naive thought, Ameline had been hers -- well, Anna's -- romantic partner for who knows how long. Of course she would give up her own hat and wrap her scarf snugly around her neck. She couldn't help but feel grateful for it, her bare head felt oddly lightweight and cold. Feeling like a helpless child, her eyes fell to the floor as an embarrassed blush dusted her cheeks. She hated feeling so disoriented and lost. It was as if she were watching a movie of someone else's life, someone else's horrid, unfortunate life, from inside of their head. This wasn't her. She didn't know who Anna was, yet Anna was intertwined throughout her like an outbreak of kudzu choking out the old life of a tree. 

They sat back down on the vinyl waiting chairs. Anna's leg bounced up and down nervously, and her hands fiddled absentmindedly in her lap. This was so unfair to Ameline. Her Anna had been replaced with this clueless soul of an old woman who had done her time. According to the doctors, though, that wasn't.. real. Anna pushed the thought out of her mind, dwelling on it would cause her to break down and panic. Biting the inside of her cheek, she looked up at Ameline's face. She smiled a little after a second. "How.. how far away is home?" she asked. They were taking a bus, obviously. How long was the bus ride? It could be minutes or an hour. What city were they even in? What state? What day was it? She had never felt so useless. She was practically an infant, completely dependent on this woman who was nothing but a stranger to her mind and lost lover to this body of hers.