The next time I wake up, snow is dancing all around me. I am sitting in a stiff chair, surrounded by other people. Looking to my left, I see the girl through the cover of the snow. She's younger this time. Her eyes still have light.  She looks right at me, but as soon as I blink, she is gone.

Another blink, and the snow and the people are gone. The air is still cold, but the ground is covered with pale, dead grass rather than the blanket of white.

I look around, wondering briefly what I'm looking for. There is a door, but something tells me not to go through. Is it fear? Is it common sense? I can barely tell anymore.

Suddenly, I'm back in the room with the pink sheets. The girl isn't there, but I see a blue notebook on the bed. Opening it up, I see several journal entries- the ones I saw earlier. I stop on a random page, preparing to see what secrets were written within.

However, I hear footsteps, and I quickly throw it back on the pillow. The door creaks open, and there stands the girl. Her eyes are much darker this time.

She meets my gaze, tilting her head. "But is it wrong?"

I pause. "Is...is what wrong?"

She looks like she can hear me. "Am I a bad person?" She asks, motioning to her shirt.

I look at it. It's just a flannel. "No, there's nothing wrong."

She sighs. "You're lying. They are are." She shoots me one last somber look before walking out, closing the door behind her.

And with that look, with those eyes, I realize-

She's the woman from the forest. No wonder she didn't want to tell me who's memories they were...

My curiosity gets the best of me, and I make another grab for the notebook. However, at the last moment, the world goes black.