You go back to the ward at night because you have started to believe you are the experiment.

The corridor is a throat. The floor is warm and gives under your shoes. The doorways breathe.

You find room eleven and inside it is a clean white room with a woman sitting on the cot.

She is pale, and small, and the only thing in the building that does not move when it shouldn't.

SayaI've been living here for a while.