We're sitting at breakfast when S says: It's like a completely new dimension. And I think, that's exactly what it's like. A door that opens every Tuesday morning at 8 to a world that's always been there but that I've ignored and pushed away that is now opened because I knocked, opened by a woman who is a stranger to me outside of those walls, alive and known only within. (What is that all about?) And then I think of the day in her office when my slow controlled voice broke and the facade fell for a moment and a deep sob rose up from the barrel of my body. Yeah, I say to S. That's exactly what it's like. But I know I'm still lost.