You’ve been kept in an Asylum since some guy brought you here after founding you participating in a demonstration, fighting for women’s rights. You were being held in a room in the asylum basement out of people’s view. You knew your friend Abby was in the asylum too and got here some days ago. As you were chained to your bed, like you were all day thanks to the doctors, you saw the door open as a woman stepped in. You’ve already seen her: Emily Dickinson from Amherst, one of Abby’s friends and one of your neighbors. She saw you looked behind her.

"Oh.. I’m sorry I.. I didn’t mean to intrude.."