Something nudges my rib cage. I pull the covers over my head. "Go away, Graham," I mutter. He nudges me again. I sigh and sit up. "Really, buddy?"

He barks in response. "Fine, I'll get your dog food," I say. His tail starts wagging as he jumps off my bed. Graham's been my dog for a year and a half. I got him from a rescue shelter. He's probably around four, but he acts like a puppy.

I pour food into his bowl and then get dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans. I brush my teeth and then grab Graham's leash. His tail wags and he starts jumping. I grin as I put his leash on. I lock the door to my apartment and walk out.

I get paid well from Grey, so I don't work during the day.

Graham starts barking and lunges forward. "Stop! You're not gonna get that squirrel!" I say. He resumes walking, his tail wagging. I grin to myself and open the gate to the dog park. I unclip his leash and Graham goes running.

I watch him play with other dogs. Graham isn't the biggest dog, he's probably around ninety-five pounds. But he thinks he's way bigger than he actually is.

Suddenly, I feel the back of my neck prickle. I look around, but everything seems normal. My skin itches. It feels like someone is watching me.

"Graham!" I call. He runs to me and I put his leash on. I walk back to my apartment quickly, trying to shake the feeling.

Once we're back at my apartment, I fill up Graham's water bowl. He tilts his head and I roll my eyes as I give him a treat. "Be good, buddy. I have to go out," I say, petting him. I grab my bag and walk out.

I still can't shake the feeling of being watched as I take the bus. I run my hands over my face and put my earbuds in.

I get off the bus and walk to the hospital. I take the elevator up to the seventh floor. "Is Doctor Fitz free?" I ask the receptionist. "I really need to speak with her."

The receptionist looks something up. "Yes, she's free right now. But she only has about twenty minutes. Is that alright with you?"

"Perfect. Thanks," I say. I walk into Doctor Fitz's office. She looks up when she hears the door open.

"Nell? What are you doing here?" she asks. Doctor Fitz is a psychiatrist.

"Someone's watching me," I say as I look around. Her office always seems to be the same. White tile, white walls with a black couch. Her desk is sleek and modern.

"Why don't you sit down?" she says. I nod and take a seat on the sofa. "What exactly do you mean? Do you have proof?"

I shake my head. "I just...I felt it." I run my hands over my face. "I don't know. I'm going crazy."

"Why do you think you're feeling this way?" Doctor Fitz asks. "Could it be because it's been almost been a year?"

"I haven't thought about it in a while," I say.

"Have you had any nightmare's?" she asks.

I play with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. "One. I had it a few nights ago."

"Tell me about it."

"I was standing on a bridge, looking at the water," I start, looking at the floor. "It was ink black. I could see the moon's reflection. And then I smelled something foul. I felt someone push me, but then as I was falling I saw her. She was wearing a short, white nightgown. There was a hole through her forehead, but no blood. Her eyes locked with mine and then she said, 'Why?'"

I look up at Doctor Fitz. "Nell," she says. "You can't blame yourself for what happened. You had no control."

"I should have done something," I say.

"What happened to Juliette Michaels was in no way your fault." She looks through my file. "It's obvious that you're feeling guilty about what happened. It makes sense. It's almost the one year anniversary."

"Why does it feel like someone is watching me?" I ask. "I'm a lot of things, but paranoid isn't one of them."

Doctor Fitz sighs. "You're trying to rationalize."

"It doesn't make sense," I say quietly, shaking my head.

"Has anything new happened?" Doctor Fitz asks.

I shrug, thinking about work. I guess there's Kane. "Not really. Except there is a new client," I say.

"Does anything about the client seem off to you?" she asks.

"No. He's arrogant but boring in some sense," I say.

Doctor Fitz looks at her watch. "I'm sorry, Nell. I have another patient. Why don't you come back next week?"

I nod. "Thank you."

"If you feel like someone is watching you, just take a deep breath and think clearly," she tells me as I walk out.

I run my hands through my hair as I walk out and get on the bus. It's always good to see Doctor Fitz. She helps me to think about things.

But it wasn't as helpful this time. I still feel like something is off. Fuck, everything would be so much easier if I forgot about what happened.

That's why I drink and smoke. To get as close to feeling numb as possible. All I want to do is feel nothing and forget.

I get off the bus and walk to my apartment. I frown when I walk in. Graham isn't right by the door, eagerly wagging his tail.

"Graham! I'm home," I call. I walk into my bedroom. He's sleeping on the bed. I smile. "Stop being so paranoid," I mutter to myself.

I walk into the kitchen and frown when I see an envelope on the counter. I pick it up. There's nothing written on the outside. I pull out the contents. There's a note and a picture. A sick feeling comes over me when I see the picture. It's of me on the balcony, smoking. It's recent, from Grey's last game.

"Oh, God," I mutter. I pull out the note.

Nell;

Tsk, tsk,

Drinking involves too much risk

Watch where you're going

You wouldn't want to end up floating

What you've seen

Will lead to much more than just bad dreams

But don't fret

I'll be collecting you as my debt

We'll be in the same room

Very soon

I keep re-reading the note. It isn't signed.  Around the fifth time, something clicks in my head:

Kane.