Her old room. Caught somewhere between home and a very nice hotel. It was not memory free, but it was far closer. And these were memories that, painful or not, she was use to dealing with. She had tools for them, ways to cope and fold her mind around things and not fall apart. Not let them get so deep.

She stared down at the drink, fairly forgotten since her break down.

"Will you be ok going home?"

She had heard whispers about 12 even before being released. But she wanted to know what he had to say on it.