MS. CLAY-   BRIGHT HOPE COUNSELING CENTER<br/><br/>Ms. Clay slowly looked up at the therapist, making eye contact cautiously, but with a certain finality, not looking away afterwards.  "No problem.  I'm not worried you'll bite my eyes off anyway."  She said calmly without a hint of a smile, a typhoon of negative emotions boiling up inside her.  "My teaching... its going alright, really.  But somehow, I just get so depressed.  I'm in a new place, and I don't know anybody."  Ms. Clay's mind disengaged from her lips as she started talking about generic loneliness, wondering if the therapist was yet unnerved by her calm facade.  She wasn't quite sure how she was going to pull off what was about to happen, she only knew that she'd do it at all costs, once she felt that familiar surge.<br/><br/>Ms. Clay leaned forward almost imperceptibly, moving closer to the strange therapist.  She seemed preternaturally happy, as if she was about to go and jump on the sofa.  "There are, certain...<em>things</em>in my past that I'm not comfortable talking about with people.  Things that happened to me that I just want to forget, that I moved away from my home to escape.  But I can't escape them, in my dreams the memories keep flooding back.  Every day, it consumes me more and more... I can't think... I can't move... All I can do is remember, experience the horror again and again..."  Her face stayed completely blank, like a doll's face, as she stared at Rachel, a strange power beginning to radiate from her.