She moved in with Amanda until she was ready to live on her own again. She missed her own funeral. I went, to support Amanda of course. I imagined tha... it was Annalise we were burying, because for all intents and purposes, we were. My sweet Anna had been driven from her own mind and body by Charlotte's Hostile Takeover. She was an innocent, but bad things happen to good people too.In the first few weeks after the funeral life got back to a semblance of normal. I avoided Charlotte/Anna as much. He stated he will also continue sleeping in the guest room, as he doesn’t want to even see me at six a.m. He frowned and walked into the den. Once he knew she could not hear him he smirked and told himself, “He-he at midnight I am raiding her purse to get those five credit cards and then I'm cutting them up. I already know four naughty words, but would have to learn three French ones, before I can tell her off. She’ll probably give me two more black eyes. Damn-it, I should have filed that. More thorough examinations willcome, but scanning for obvious signs of psychosis has saved lives in thepast.That done, I need to finish the self-evaluation. As I pull off thehelmet and shake out my hair, take off the causality suit and strip outof my (also ill fitting) clothes, I notice my colleagues are allstaring. It's one thing to check in out of worry, but now they're justbeing a bunch of perverts. I can file a complaint with HR later, though.Right now I want to get out of here. I cover. Stop. We can't do this." "But we are," Ria simply stated before tugging Anna's flimsy blouse in half. The material tore through the middle and the sound echoed throughout the small room. "I've dreamed of humping you since I first started working here." Anna let out an involuntary shiver and Ria took that as her cue to continue. "And I intend to unwrap this early Christmas gift right here, on this table." "You're eighteen years old, Ria."Again, Ria wasn't up for listening to Anna talk and so she.