[Jean's smile is wan and worn, as she gazes at the camera. She's still in her nightgown, sitting cross-legged on her bed; she doesn't quite trust her limbs yet.]
I just wanted to let people know I'm awake. [She didn't, not really; she'd rather hide away and let people forget. But that would be cowardly.]
I guess we still don't know much about these comas, do we?
[Private to Charles and Mark]
I was also wondering how your counselling was working out. I - well, I finished my psychology degree. [And she almost laughs; that seems so long ago, now, almost trifling.] Maybe I can help.
I just wanted to let people know I'm awake. [She didn't, not really; she'd rather hide away and let people forget. But that would be cowardly.]
I guess we still don't know much about these comas, do we?
[Private to Charles and Mark]
I was also wondering how your counselling was working out. I - well, I finished my psychology degree. [And she almost laughs; that seems so long ago, now, almost trifling.] Maybe I can help.