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Page follows Elizabeth down the beige hallway again to the last room. Elizabeth stands aside again so that Page can enter first.

"How are you today?"

Page takes a minute before she responds. "I guess I'm ok."

"You guess?"

"Well, I am ok. I'm not sick or anything. I'm just feeling funky."

"Describe funky."

"Funky like dark. Down for no reason. No reason really. Nothing I'm not used to." Page says.

"Well just because you're used to it doesn't mean it can't still bring you down. What are you used to that's heavy right now?" Elizabeth uncrosses her legs and leans in closer to Page.

"I don't know. My life really. It's getting harder emotionally for me to take care of Rock. He's so down all of the time. I can't cheer him up. I'm down too. I don't have motivation for myself and I'm supposed to make him happy? I'm sad. All the time. I don't always show it but I am. Little things I need to do for myself are hard for me to do."

"Like what?"

"Taking a shower is hard. Brushing my teeth. Looking at myself in the mirror. Sleeping is hard. Sleeping is impossible but that's all I really want to do. Is sleep. But I can't. I don't feel like doing anything. I don't feel like cooking the food for the stores. I have to though because that's my money. I'm there every two or three days now. It doesn't take me long to do it but I don't want to. I don't know."

"It sounds like you do know." Elizabeth finally leans back in her seat.

"I don't know why though. Why am I so tired and sad so often? Nothing really happened but there are days I can't stop crying."

Elizabeth interrupts. "Your life happened, Page. Something did happen. Your whole life happened and maybe you've been walking around with a lot of anger and guilt and energy you need to get off of you."

"Yeah. And I've been having dreams too. And thoughts. A lot of thoughts about my father. About what happened. Can't let it go. Got a letter from him too."

"Tell me about you and your father. What did the letter say?"