you see a lot, doctor.

(Someone is coming. They are moving. They are... old.)
xxxxHer head snaps as she hears the voice before she sees the man, smells the age before she knows he is even there; and then there is a second where she remembers nothing at all, a woman possessed. Clarice, Clarice!
xxxxBelow, she clarifies. I'd like you beneath me. She offers him a pretty smile, as though she were some well-mannered thing, not at all, not at all. It is good of you to come, she speaks, her voice loud for him, I'm quite afraid I need help. You see, I've lost someone. Many someones. I know you can help.