Joan thought she was her namesake of Arc maybe half the
time. The other half, she didn’t think about it.
Neil on the other hand, he knew who he was all the time. And
that was someone who was fine, he shouldn’t have been locked up here. The fires
just happened, spontaneous combustion and all that.
Their rooms were on separate ends of the facility. But the clerk
moved them closer because she liked the joke of them being side by side.
The only reason she didn’t die burnt on the stake was that Joan
and Neil couldn’t find one.
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