[41] The Morgue

"I'm sorry, miss, but you can't exactly be in here unless you're of some relation to any of the deceased," said the mortician.

"No, you aren't listening to me," I cried, sobbing shamelessly. "I need to find my friend... he was listed under the red as Uncertain... what does it mean? What does all of it mean? Somebody please tell me!" I yelled, hugging myself and crawling in, becoming smaller and smaller. I could feel myself caving in, running into a dark place -one I hadn't been in for a while now. Anxiety was bubbling up... it would take one or two more minutes of uncertainty for me to explode... or to break down into a panic attack.

"Calm down, dear," said one of the women in the room. There were three women and two men there, I'd realised.

"You need to breathe, honey. We don't need an extra body in here right now," said another one of them.

"Jazz, that's an absolutely horrible thing to say," one of the women scorned her.