Olivia looked at herself in the mirror once more before she left the bathroom. It felt weird to spend a working day at her office and not moving between critical physical locations while talking endlessly on her phone with her associates.

According to the latest text message, Marcus had found some extra work. She wasn't against the idea of her associates picking up more assignments, but their latest case hadn't been solved yet. Or had it? Her sessions with Mellie were strenuous – a fact she didn't seem to notice until she had to leave the woman's company.

Her new client was apparently waiting in the meeting room. No one wished to trouble Mellie as she wrote her memoir. And no one wished to piss off a Senator when she obviously knew where they live/worked.

Olivia paused in the doorway of the meeting room. It was impolite to stare, but she couldn't help it.

"Mustard?" Quinn offered the person seated at the table.

"Ymff," came a half-choked voice as the person it was attached to stopped chewing to slather their latest meal in the stuff.

"Marcus," the boss lowered her voice considerably, "why is there a homeless man in my office?"

"That's not a man," Huck stated as he walked into the room with another Freedom Burger.

Olivia looked once more. The baggy clothes and hairy face could have fooled her, but there was something about the way the person's shoulders looked so narrow. The way the skin seemed soft, despite all the grime on it...

"That's a woman?"

"She's been sitting across the street rocking back and forth for a few days now," Marcus replied, "you must have seen her."

"I have, but...why is she here?"

"She was looking for us. Had some kinda meltdown and couldn't move from where she fell," Marcus explained, "I was on my way back from Pine Resin when I heard her screaming your name and sobbing."

"So you brought her hereto take her pills?"

"Huck scanned or whatevered her for tracking chips, microphones...everything."

"She wouldn't be here if she wasn't clear," Olivia thought to herself, as she watched the homeless woman drinking from a bottle of something very carbonated and unhealthy.

The visitor burped and sat back. The second burger was right in front of her, but she would save that for later.

"Jessa," Marcus initiated, "this is Olivia Pope."

The woman rose from the chair and wiped her hands clean on a paper napkin.

"I'm so pleased to meet you."

They weren't covered in grime: in fact they looked like they had been washed, with soap. Olivia shook the woman's hand.

"I was...um...I ran out of meds a few days ago. But I was on my way to see you. I live alone, so no one noticed I wasn't at home and so no one brought me my meds."

"I made a trip to the drug store 2 blocks down," Marcus explained.

"I'm not homeless or anything. I'm not broke either."

Huck waved the credit card she had handed him when they had brought her into the building.

"She has over 3 million dollars in her checking account and a savings of over a quarter billion. Made her money by selling an app a few years back."

"Jessa...why were you looking for me?"

"Because I...well...because..."

They let her sit down and she began to gather her thoughts. She swallowed, cleared her throat and began to speak.

"I was saving the money. Because what were the chances I'd make another app and sell it for that much money? Anyway...I have to work to stay alive. I have to have something to do or I feel like hurting myself. I don't hear the voices when I'm working."

"At home?"

"At an office. They've probably fired me by now."

"Continue, Jessa."

"On my way to work there's this construction site. And I can't avoid it. I walk to work: it's not that far."

Olivia raised an eyebrow.

"They taunt me. I know: it's a construction site. Men are allowed to catcall at construction sites, or so the police officers at the station keep telling me."

"You've filed reports?"

"For sexual harassment, yes. First it was just whistling and obscenities being yelled at me. And then a group of the construction workers started following me."

"How do you know they were following you?"

"They would openly declare it when I was walking past them. And then they'd walk behind me. I stopped at a cafe a few times so they could walk past. And they'd just stand in the doorway, waiting."

"No offense, but...are you sure you're not just..."

"Making it up? I hear voices, Ms. Pope. I don't see things. And I filmed them a few times."

Quinn handed Olivia an old-looking but sturdy phone. "She's telling the truth."

"Please keep talking, Jessa," the boss suggested as she watched the footage.

There were 12 videos: all of them quite disturbing.

"I got a gun. It isn't hard: I bought in a gun store. I have a license."

Marcus bit back a retort. If someone as obviously messed up as Jessa could get a weapon, something was clearly wrong with the system.

"My former room mate, she takes my pills sometimes. Sells them. I caught her, and kicked her out. Anyway: on the day she was moving out there weren't enough pills for me to take. I wasn't feeling particularly bad. But I wasn't in a good place, either."

Olivia tried to see the relevance of her last statement.

"I took the gun with me," Jessa continued, "I didn't feel safe. I'd have to go past the construction site a few times that day, and I wasn't about to let those asses get to me. The gun was supposed to make me feel safe. I even put a silencer on it, so the blast wouldn't freak me out. I don't like loud noises."

"What did you...do?"

"There's this huge sign on the corner, before you reach the site. So that day I was about to turn the corner and I fet this...hand. Grabbing my breast. I turned around to see who it was and the guy was just standing there. Smirking. And then he walked away, like nothing happened. He was laughing."

"He walked ahead of you," Huck prompted. He looked upset.

"He did. I stood there for...I don't know how long. I cried a little, and then I became scared. And then I became angry."

"So you went round the corner," Quinn suggested.

"I remembered his face. He was one of them. The construction workers."

"What happened next?"

"They were already working when I got there. The street was clear: I think I was the only person on ground level."

"Someone said something and whistled. It was him: the guy who groped me...I think. He was high up: I think he was about 20 feet in the air or something. In a hard hat."

Olivia pulled up a chair and sat down.

"He...unzipped himself. And shouted something at me. I saw red. And then I don't remember what happened next."

"Do you remember the name of the company? The one on the sign you mentioned," the boss asked.

"Pine Resin Construction."