Barbara's eyes nearly get out of their places. "Y—you," she stuttered, looking at the woman who stood in front of her, holding a knife in her hand, pointing it at her throat.
"You are awake!" she exclaimed, seeing the supposed comatose Barbara standing just a step away from her. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep? How did—" she asked, feeling tied lips.
"You are noisy," the stranger responded, walked to the sofa, sat down and started to eat.
Barbara's thoughts became more turbulent. She could not fathom the turn-in event anymore. She was amazed beyond imagination. Every day, a surprise would make her forget about the one before. Walking over, she sat opposite the stranger.
Seeing the woman devouring the soup like she hadn't eaten for years and listening to the munching sound caused Barbara's brows to furrow. Ignoring the woman's lacking manners, she asked, "When did you wake up?"
