You had just got done cutting your hair. You cut because hair holds memory and you didn't want to remember everything that had happened, you couldn't bare the pain. With your hair now cut pretty short, you figured it would look good with a cap. You put one on and walked out of the bathroom to find Maggie. You guys almost ran into eachother. She looked at you and went quiet, observing your face, a sense of mesmeration and sadness on her face. She looked at you like you were someone else.