“You make less sense with every word that comes out of your mouth! Also, no. No with the assuming and the condescending. Don’t do that.”
“Explain.”
”—Good, then my job here is done.”
“I’m not in need of a therapist, and while I do have my reasons for wanting to vanish from this place, I’m not one to share things easily, this one mostly because it would involve telling my entire existence, and it’s a complete contrast of who I am, thus it’s a foolish thing to tell someone whom I don’t even know the name yet, don’t you agree?”
Promptly, “My name is Summer. Summer Rainault.”
“I think I’ll go with you. Where are we going?”