Devika stopped, with her arms full of sheets, staring directly at the other woman. "W-what? You're... no, you're joking. The letter says you're supposed to come here -" She dropped everything right on the floor and stomped down the hall, snatching up the letter and starting to read. "...To miss Jones, your selected anchor, blah blah, morning of today, blah blah blah, rehabilitated into society - month trial run rent paid apartment no-" As she read aloud, the words started to stumble over each other, as her tongue tripped over the realization. "Oh no, no I- I can't go back, it's been too long. I-- I can't be around people, I can't - I can't, they said I was too young when I started, and now too old to Anchor, and - and-" She wasn't breathing now, sweat starting to bead on her forehead. "I can't go back to the city."