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There's rustling behind the privacy curtain, followed by a light thwumpclatter.

Seven years of being an invalid mean that Alessa's coordination isn't exactly up to snuff.

She wrestles with the wheelchair, desperately trying to pull herself into it.

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[inquisitivehero]

There is a doctor and a thump as he wanders down the hall.

"Alessa? Is that you?"

he peers in.

"What's wrong?"

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She sobs, scrabbling at the upturned chair. "i saw her and she's an angel now i'm being punished!"

[inquisitivehero]

He comes over and enfolds her in a hug, pulling her close, gently.

"Tell me what happened, Alessa..."

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She resists weakly, then breaks down, her whole body shaking with grief and terror.

"Claudia..."

[inquisitivehero]

"Who is Claudia?"

A gentle hug with a soft voice.

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"you saw her... and she was here but it wasn't her! they made her an angel and she's not her now! i have to go!"

[inquisitivehero]

"Are you sure it is the same person? There are a lot of diferent people here... Angels and devils... calm down, Alessa... nio one is going to hurt you. I promise."

He gently holds her.

"I wont let them hurt you."

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"they'll make Her come again!" She cries desperately. "she didn't remember me but it was like her. she didn't think... "

[inquisitivehero]

"What do you mean?"

And he shakes her head.

"I dont know what is going on, but I wont let anyone hurt you, Alessa... please. Are you sure thuis was the person you knew?"

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She takes a breath, trying to think.

"she was drawing..."

[inquisitivehero]

"Yes? There are many who draw here... are you sure it wasnt a coincidence? Or even... an alternate? This place... it sometimes brings in people who look like someone you know, but arent..."

he smiles gently at her.

"But no matter what, neither I, nor Harper, nor anyone else is going to let you be hurt."

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"alternate..."

Clinging to the doctor, she breathes shakily- calming, though still afraid.

"like... the ones that aren't Daddy?"

[inquisitivehero]

He gently holds her, rocking ever so slightly.

"Yes. Exactly like that. It happens a lot here, since there are people from many different like places. It is like a mirror, except the image and the original are both real here."

He sighs.

"I dont know who you met, but you are my friend and my patient and I wont let anyone hurt you. Relax, Alessa. breathe..."

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She buries her face in his shoulder, sobbing.

"i wish she would come..."

[inquisitivehero]

"I am so sorry, Alessa... I wish I could take you to her, or bring her to you... this place works by it's own rules. I dont wat to raise your hopes, but she might come, someday. You just... cant know when or if, it will happen. All you can do, is be good, and do your best to be the best person you can."

he rocks her gently still, a light stroking on her back as he has done for Lindsey before, not wanting to hurt her.

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The crying eventually gives way to troubled sleep. If not the ideal solution, it's at least a bit of an improvement; the familiar problems, rather than the unfamiliar.

[inquisitivehero]

And he is content to shift her slightly and hold her, rocking her, long afterwards. He doesnt know truly what to do, or how to solve this. But he can give her love and comfort and so he does.