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Patricia smiled symathetically, taking back her clipboard. "I'm guessing you want to forget everything, then. I promise with my whole heart, I'll do the very best I can." She put her hand on her shoulder. "Have.. Have you told the father? He might freak out to see his little girl who has died and now she's back.. Maybe you should give him a call." She examined the drawing. It was decent. Decent enough for her to work with, anyway. Her attention turned to the notes. They were pretty detailed, but she didn't except any less from a grieving mother. "When you're sure you want to do this, step into the machine." She powered up the machinery, lights and power ebbing and filling the room gradually.