*internal monologue* When I was about 7 years old, I was in a really bad car accident. The only thing I could remember was the burning feeling of loss... and the unbearable feeling of the cold emptiness in my hand.

*hears noise coming from upstairs, so she is a little nervous/scared* Ok Jess, you got this. It was probably nothing to begin with. Just open the door...

...my concerns have concerns...

*in a threatening tone* If you don't explain who or what you are and what you're doing here, I'm going to shred you with a cheese grater and put the pieces in a pinata for confetti.