Meet the voice.

There was a woman. You had crawled down the stairs and couldn't get up again. Gwen. But another woman with Patrick.

'Come Jane. Turn around. Be carefull sis.' Gwen patted your ass.

'No. John.' You whisper at the tree people. You're naked, ****. The stange woman. She talks.

'Yes honey, you're not John. We erased John.'

You look up. The woman is wild. Sundress, frizzy hair, no shoes. Black skin and red lips, red toes.

You stare at the toes.

'Not Jane.'

'No, Jane is still alive. You're Jane now honey.'

No. No you wanted to tell her she was wrong. But the mist was so thick. And the voice. You knew that voice.

'I know... you.' You had to fight against it, but shaking your head only made the dizziness worse.

'Yes you do. I am your mother Jane. I am your creator.'

You throw up. And then black out. It's too much.

She was the woman from the phone.