Finally, after it’s obvious I’m not moving, I hear the Silencer wedge something under my windowsill, unlock it from the inside, and let himself in. I don’t look at him, but I can see him from the corner of my eye as he takes me in from the other side of the room. I’m sure I look like I’m in the middle of a mental breakdown. Not only am I naked, surrounded by junk food and alcohol, but dozens of discarded tissues circle me like I’m performing a seance with my tears and snot.
