Greta pressed the call button to summon one of the nurses to assist her with Anne's need for the bathroom so she could keep an eye on Jane. "Someone is on the way, Anne. It'll be just a moment."<br/><br/>She considered the two women and made mental note of Anne's inability to make eye contact with her as she spoke. In Anne, she felt it signaled deception or malicious intent. She'd seen the few notes that had been made in her chart to this point; Anne was suspicious, non-communicative and withheld interaction and engagement in sessions. She thought it didn't bode well for her current state. She was not, however, prepared to give up on her.<br/><br/>Greta regarded Jane and felt a stab of sympathy for her. She had so completely split with reality that psychosis was becoming her resting state more than conscious awareness. She felt as though, to some extent, she was losing time with both.<br/><br/>"I love rabbits, Jane," Greta smiled. "If you have no stress, I envy you. I feel tense from time to time and this exercise helps me. It takes some practice though. If you work at it, you can get better at it. Can we try it so you'll have lots of practice to draw on when you do get stressed? Every one feels stress sometimes, Jane." Greta looked at Anne. She watched her closely. She felt her mouth go dry as she waited for additional staff. When the next crack of thunder sounded, Greta jumped.