"'Acting weird' is a bit of an understatement." Jane said beneath her breath, exhaling slowly as they opened the door and stepped inside. She flicked the light on and began to look around, speaking as she did so. "My mom had always been a bit overbearing and tyrannical, but after his death those behaviors skyrocketed. She took no time to mourn... And everything she did seemed so artificial." Jane bit her lip. "... Then, I began to realize that everything she had done had always seemed artificial. She was my mother, but it seemed she barely knew me at all." She moved to her mother's desk and sat in the chair, biting her lip. "... When dad died... I was so sure it had been her... Dad always cooked with the window open... But when she died too... I couldn't bear to look any further."

She sighed, and began to rummage through her mother's drawers. "... But 'slaves' seems to be a bit far-fetched, wouldn't you say?"