AN: Sorry this is so short. I have an essay to write. This is from Jane's perspective, I kind of experimented here. So tell me if you like this better or not. Have a nice evening, yo.

There I was, sitting across from a stranger. She was looking at me, staring at me, as I settled into her dorm room. Sitting there on the side of her bed, it was more intimidating than battling a gun out of someone's hands. I wasn't sure what to make of her. I see this surface, and anything beyond, was past my deepest realty. When I looked into her eyes, it felt… deep. It was so different from Cavanaugh's dead eyes and my mother's loving eyes. It was a new frontier, and I think it frightened me a little.

After setting down my sheets, literally dropping them on the bed, I slowly turned around to face her. She was still staring. I sheepishly smiled, and sat down across from her.

"You are supposed to tuck it into the mattress," Maura says. I immediately get up and quickly shove it between the bed frame and the mattress. "Not like that, like this," she gets up, her body now pressing against mine. She takes out the sheets and very orderly tucks them underneath. "Just like that, from now one, tuck in your sheets like this." She smiled, backing away from me. I kind of missed her warmth, it gave me a strange feeling in my stomach like home sickness… I missed my bed and my brothers, but for a moment I felt fine. When her body was pressed against mine, I didn't feel as alone. I've always loved my family, I loved being around them, and playing with Frankie and Tommy… I kind of regretted coming. "Are you okay?" I nodded and she smiled.

She sat back down, still staring at me. At some point, it had become ridiculous. "Do you mind?"

"Mind what?"

"The whole staring me down thing, it's kind of giving me the creeps." I think I was too mean.

"Sorry, it's just your skeletal structure is really interesting."

"Thanks, you too?"

Maura laughed, covering up her bright smile. I laid down on my nicely set bed, my arms stretched behind my head and my legs crossed. "So, Maura," She looked at me, intrigued. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

She cooed, the question excited her. "A doctor, perhaps. I really like the sound of Isles, MD. Looking at people, from the inside, is so interesting. Especially stomachs, you can read a person from the contents of their stomach. But it's not only that, I'm good at it, like it's in my genes."

"All I have in my jeans is today's lunch sauce." I pride myself on small jokes. But looking at Maura, she thought it was the funniest thing in the world. As she laughed, her hand tightened closer to her lips. I could see the corner of her smile. "Don't do that; cover your smile like that. You have a nice smile." Maura looked down at her legs, for the first time that night her big eyes weren't on me. "Uh, okay, I guess." I felt a little offended. A simple thanks would have been welcomed. But after a few moments of silence, I closed my eyes and faded into darkness.