And now here we are. I remember telling Shane that it was over. One year ago I told her that it was over. And I lied. Because it’s not. It’s getting worse, because this time we don’t know our enemy. We don’t know who’s menacing us. And we don’t know who’s gonna be the next victim.

As soon as I enter Marshall’s office, the last of my questions has its answer.

”No locked doors, no windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred
Sleep my friend and you will see
That dream is my reality
They Keep me locked up in this cage
Can’t they see that why my brain says rage
Sanatarium
Leave me be
Sanatarium
Just leave me alone…”

**

“Tasha, I don’t think this is a good idea”, I tell her, and she doesn’t listen to me. As usual. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why I love her so much.

She keeps her eyes on the street and drives on.

“Well, I do. The guys need help. They can’t do everything on their own and they can’t be in three places at the same time. Also, we’re not involved in this matter like they are. We are definitely safer than them”.

I wince, turning on my seat to face her.

“How can you say that? Did you see that anagram? Did you see our names in it? I mean, Jeez! How can you tell me that we’re not as involved as them?!”.

She throws me a rapid glance and then her eyes are back on the street, again.

“Because it’s pretty obvious that there are three main goals in this… in this game. Shane, Carmen, Dante. They are the core of it. We’ve being involved in the whole matter by accident”.

“Dante was involved by accident, too…”, I murmur, shaking my head.

“Yeah but he was pretty active, wasn’t it?”, she grimaces bitterly.

And I don’t know what to say. I am scared and, at the same time, I know that what Tasha is doing is the right thing to do. I know that Shane broke down one year ago. I remember how Carmen was, one year ago, and it’s not a good memory. And Dante… well, despite his attitude, he is definitely about to lose his nerves.