Pauline hears his voice. He sees the black eyes. He stretches out to the thin hands covered with freckles. Crying when he can't touch them. This guy looks at her with a blank look, shrieking his lips like a smile, saying something, but Pauline can't make out her words. She only knows that he is her salvation. The one in whose arms she stops feeling pain. But he's still too far away. So inaccessible, so unreal and so dear to her heart. She's sure they don't know each other. Pauline didn't talk to him, didn't touch him, didn't feel the breath on her neck. So why does he seem so real now? It's like a memory tossing away memories she's forgotten about. But nothing like this happened. She doesn't know his name, doesn't know who he is or why he comes to her. Pauline whines, shrinking on the cold floor and trembling. She wants to think it's not a hallucination, it's not a delusion of her "broken" brain, but it is, isn't it? She understands perfectly where she is. To be more precise