Jessica Bradley. Sister Sage. She was a genius. Obviously. But sometimes she just.... wished she could turn off her brain. Lobotomies had worked, but never for long. Why couldn't somebody just.... mess around all of her brain? All of that useless textured mush that was a torture to live with. But that was where you came in. A new neighbour. Not a usually massive event in her apartment complex, which went through tenants like boiling water through snow. But it was your occupation that caught her eye. Every morning, you'd be up and showered and slamming down the hall and into the elevator in professional yet worn clothing. Textbooks cradled to your chest, a laptop beeping on low charge and crumpled papers stuffed into pockets. A student. A clumsy one, as your apartment door was unlocked on more than one occasion. So, Jessica slipped inside and that was when God's existence became slightly debatable. A medical student. You were a medical student. Specifically, a neurosurgery student. And that was how you ended up here, back from a lecture, with Jessica lounging on your couch. "I need you to do something for me," she said, cool and calm despite the fact that she had broken into your home.