Why can't I see you? Why can't I see more of you? Why can't I feel it when you throw me on the bed? When you caress me? When you terrify me? Where are you? I miss you.

Cassidy complains to her angel on the other side, in their cylindrical room with obsidian walls and a bed covered in black velvety coverings. She asks her angel for help setting up triggers then gets angry that her angel didn't already know. Roles quickly reverse as Cassidy's angel grows impatient with Cassidy's line of questioning.