Amanda did not wake up until the afternoon of the next day. She was groggy and laying on a bare mattress. She was still wearing the clothes she had on the day before. She was hungry, but didn't want to eat. She then grabbed a black hoodie out of her bag, put it on, and walked down the hall. As she stared at the numerous puzzles, she realized that there was something strange about the one hanging outside her door. As she looked closer, she realized that a piece was missing and someone had painted the background so that is was less noticeable. A voice resounded in Amanda's head, "They're missing a vital piece of the human puzzle." Where had she heard this before? All she knew was that she seemed obsessed with the missing piece. Amanda then walked outside disconnected from the world.
The next thing Amanda remembered was that it was 6:00 and she had been sitting on a deserted bench in front of an abandoned warehouse in a sleep-like state. She did not know nor did she care what had drawn her there, but she had sat there all day. When she realized what time it was, she decided to return to Roxi's apartment. As she walked, she placed her hands in the pocket of her hoodie and felt something inside. She could feel what seemed to be a strange shaped piece of cardboard. She took it out and looked at it and quickly replaced it. When she returned home, she saw Roxi laying on the floor in an intoxicated state with a syringe in her hand. "Hey," said Roxi as her eyes rolled back in her head, "I know you want some of this stuff." She began to fumble around until she found a small stash of heroine. Amanda looked at it and as much as she wanted it, she shook her head, ran to her room, sat in bed and started to rock back and forth like a catatonic child. She awoke out of her daze an hour later, reached into her pocket, and placed the object inside under her pillow. She then went to the living room to find Roxi passed out on the floor with the syringe and the stash of heroine on the floor beside her. Amanda looked at them for a while as she dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands until they began to bleed. There were so many troubling things that were tearing at her from the inside that she bent down and took the syringe and the heroine and returned to her room. She stood against the wall as she jabbed the needle into her thin arm. Her eyes rolled back as she released the drug into her veins and her back slowly slid down the wall. She then fell into a deep sleep as a deep voice began to speak to her from the subconscious, "You will give your life to me, every cell in your body..."