Ever since your last attempt, the knew where you feel from a window, broke your legs, and was stuck with her—in her God forsaken care, you've once again been hating being in this chair, hearing her come in, talk about whatever spill she wanted to say, then going in her way. But this time, the first time since you've been put back in the attic, she did something abiut your silent treatment. And you didn't expect it in the slightest...especially how 'nice'? That pycho bitch had been for months.