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Memory Awake or The girl who fell out of heaven (Part 6)

I hear a loud knock. I've been in my room listening to music since I left Dr. Phillips' office. I shut off my iPod as I say, "Come in," and pull out the earbuds.

My favorite orderly, Jerry, cracks the door. "You have a visitor."

"I don't get visitors, Jerry. You know that."

"Yeah, well today's your lucky day. Your brother is here."

I'm more than a little freaked out although I just nod and follow Jerry. I grew up the only child of Frank and Doris Guyton. I have to wonder who I'm about to meet and why Elysian Fields is allowing it.

This isn't subterfuge, is it? You're not just taking me to solitary because I went for a long walk and I hate meat?"

"Nah."

We get to the visitor room but Jerry keeps walking.

"Um, Jerry...the visitor's room is right here?"

"Your brother requested the safe room."

"The safe room?"

"Yeah."

I follow Jerry through the doors of a restricted hall. He turns left into what is a small room. He opens the door to a closet and says, "After you."

"I'm claustrophobic, Jerry. Am I being punished?" I ask, stepping backwards.

"No, Lily. Trust me."

I step in and Jerry follows me, closing the door. A light comes on and the wall in front of me moves. There's a steel door with a number pad. Jerry steps around me and presses in a code. The door opens and Jerry enters. I follow. Slowly.

It's an elevator.

There's one button and Jerry uses a key to access it. Then we are going down. It feels like we've passed the basement, a sub-basement and a plethora of negatively numbered floors before the doors open.

"Let's go."

I follow him down a steel walled hallway to what looks like a wall but which slides open when he touches a panel next to it.

Secret elevators? Hidden doors? Where am I?

"Mr. Guyton, you have half an hour. If you're finished before I return, just press that red button next to the door. Also, although there is no audio recording, to protect your privacy, the camera up there," he points towards a back corner of the room,"is recording to ensure the safety of both you and our patient."

"Understood. Thank you"

Jerry steps aside and I walk into the room.

The door closes behind me and I am locked in a room with a young man who is undeniably my brother.

He looks exactly like me.

I am 21 years or older.