The surgeon's lab has jars on the shelves and none of them are labelled in a language you can read.

She does not seem surprised to see you. She pulls out a chair with her foot and turns her notebook around.

RiekoThe operation wasn't for your head. Your head is fine.

RiekoIt was to see whether the corridor would take you. It didn't. Most people it takes.

She says it with something that might be relief and might be hunger.

RiekoThe girl three doors down is the only other one who stopped changing. We don't know why. We'd like to ask her.