I crossed state lines, I was finally out of Connecticut. This was a relief, as authorities probably assumed that I had not gotten far. I was now in Harrison, New York. I got off of I-95, onto Harrison Ave, and looked for a place to stop, preferably a place with a payphone, calls on payphones couldn't be traced. I found a CVS pharmacy; I needed to get some food and use the restroom. I pulled into the parking lot and got out of my car.

"Welcome in" the cashier said as I entered the store.

"Hey", I walked over to register, nobody was in the checkout line. "Do you have a payphone here by any chance?"

"Uh yes ma'am, we do, we have a phonebooth near the pharmacy".

"Thanks," I said with a smile. He had called me ma'am. Not 'missy', 'little girl' or 'little lady', ugh I honestly hated 'little lady' more than anything else. I know its trivial to pretty much all women on the planet but being called ma'am really made my day. It's a like a middle-aged woman being confused for a collage kid in reverse. Here was another person that wasn't treating me like a child. I was giddy with joy.

All my excitement made me realize something. As much as I hate when people treat me like a child, that is when I am not pretending to be child. I can't really get angry at those who accidentally mistake me for one. This anger is what led me to kill Anna Troyev, she mistook me for a child, and that was how I psychologically justified killing her when I had escaped Saarne. Anger is perfectly valid in situations where people are aware of my condition and proceed to treat me like I am a freak, of course. However, people that mistake me for a kid are not doing so out of malice, I need to let that sort of thing roll over my head.

I guess this is another little lesson in my journey towards sanity.

I found the phonebooth. I'd decided to hold off on contacting Kate. I had killed her husband not less than 24 hours prior and hearing my voice would probably do her more harm than good. I am going to call her to apologize, so she could at the very least have her peace, just not right now.

I dialed the number for the Saarne Institute, I had it memorized; luckily this payphone accepted dollar bills, a call to Estonia was going to be expensive.

I had wanted to redeem myself. I needed someone to confess my guilt to. Some would say I should turn myself in, however, this wouldn't do much good. I wanted to make things better, and you can't do that behind the bars of a prison or mental hospital. As for right now, I wanted to help everyone connect the dots between the Albrights, the Sullivans and the subsequent Coleman Family. I wanted the Original Esther to be found. I wanted that Detective Donnon to be found, his family deserves to know what happened to him. I wanted the truth behind the Sullivan family massacre to be known, their extended family and friends deserve to know. I also want Kate, Max, and Daniel to know that they do not have to be afraid of me.

The phone picks up.

(The following phone call between Dr. Varava and Leena is in Estonian)

"Saarne Institute"

"Hello, this is Leena Klammer. Can you transfer me to Dr. Varava please."

A long pause ensues, the receptionist on the other end in shock. "Who are you again?" asked the receptionist.

"It's me Sasha, Leena…"

"You" Sasha interrupted, "how...".

"Just transfer me to Dr. Varava please," I asked before she could finish her question. She put me on hold. Low quality sounding piano music began playing on the line.

A few seconds later, the line picked up again. "Leena?", it was Dr. Varava.

"Hello Dr. Varava".

"Hello Leena, you survived. I can't believe it's you. I've been talking about you with Kate and the Hamden Police, why did you do it Leena?"

"I think you know why I did it," I answered, "I am sick, and I have ruined many lives as a result of my twisted delusions."

There was a long pause, "Why did you call me Leena?"

"I want to confess. You are already in contact with police in America, I have some information you can give them".

"Well, I'll admit I am skeptical, but I'll listen to you Leena."

"Thank you Dr. Varava. It's a long story, I need to unload, do you have time?"

"For you, I have all the time in the world. Go ahead."