"Jane! If you don't unlock this door right now, we're going to break it in! Can you hear us? It's me, Ms. Fry! Are you decent? I'm coming in there!"
"I—I'm here! I'm here! I'll be right out, I'm sorry, I feel sick, I'll be right out!"
Don't feel too bad for me. No one else is going to. It's 1988 & a lot will have to change before what's happening—or rather, what I stop from happening—makes sense. In their defense, an earthquake had evacuated the building & when they were came back in to do a sweep, found me standing over the sink in chem lab, the door locked, refusing to respond. They saw me through the glass opening in the door & called out but I wouldn't move; I wouldn't even flinch. I was somewhere… feeling something… so it was real, I'm just not sure what kind of real it was, or what it was at all, really. I know more now but I can't say I'll ever know everything about what it is, but we'll get there, in time. I'm starting at the very beginning for a reason; the beginning of my memory, anyway.
Memory, in so of itself, is very unreliable though. Much of what you'll get from me is conjecture. A connecting of the dots, if you will, of an image I'm unsure of. I haven't been given the subject or even the theme, but rather told, "This is an image, go ahead & construct it again." The hippocampus is a flighty temptress indeed. The stories I tell you now are from so long ago, I can't help but feel like I'm trying to form smoke with my hands into some concrete visage. I have to try though. It's too important not to share this. It may be happening to you too. In fact, if you're hearing this, it likely is happening to you right now. That's why speaking it aloud is so crucial.
The stories must be told.
"So tell me, Jane."
"I just did. X is equal to 24."
"Yes, but I asked what was wrong with how you answered this question?"
"Nothing. X is equal to 24"
"Yes, I know, but you didn't show your work."
"Why do I need to show you how I did it if the answer is right? That doesn't make any sense."
"Do I need to send another note home?"
"You divide 96 by 4 to isolate the x, okay? X is equal to 24."
"Watch your attitude, young lady. Don't get smart with me."
"I am smart…"
"What was that?"