Harriet looked nervously at the man who was about to ask her a bunch of questions. She was unsure of what he wanted her to say. She was  scared, she felt like she was stuck in this place, since the mutations kept coming more and more. First, she had gotten a tail, then, cat ears. Maybe she could pass off the looks as  a costume, but what if someone tried to pull them off? They would see they were very real indeed. That, and the security here was tight. She wasn't getting out of here even if she wanted to.<br/>"I...am not sure what you mean? Do...you know something about me? Do, you know what is happening to me? The dreams do you know about the dreams?"<br/>Really, the veil between reality and the dreams were so thin. She often dreams of the past, when she was still living on the street and alone.<br/>"You can't know about the dreams, no..no you can't."<br/>She was rather mad because of them, her mind was getting worse and worse. She was not sure you were there even. She reaches out to touch you gently.<br/>"You are not a dream, I can feel you here. Why do you want to ask me so many questions? I am nobody, nobody at all. Worse than nobody."