"How does it feel to be back here?"
A chuckle escaped Mark's mouth.
"Just stopping by for a bit. Might die right after though."
"Oh... You don't get it, do you?" The woman's eyes narrowed. "You've been here for a while. That's why you're here now."
"Huh?"
"Obvious, isn't it?" She asked before letting her back fall gently on the table below.
"I don't think I have time for this."
"Oh, but you do. That man is patiently waiting for you to wake up. You have aaall the time in the world. Maybe? Haha!"
Mark's eyes narrowed.
"How do you know?"
With one eye open and the other closed, she stared at the ceiling through the frame made by her fingers.
"Does it even matter? You have a habit of focusing on things that should hold little to no importance to you. Why are you here, Mark? Why are you in this room?"
He remained silent.
"Mark. What is this room to you?"
Her tone seemed to grow impatient.
