@theimpalpable / sam & danny.
   To those who know her best, it’s obvious what she’s been up to -- to those who would claim to possess any inkling of her character, they’d wager she had been up to no good -- both are most likely correct as Len is currently busy attempting to gather up a buzz, if only to numb the -- well, current numbness... Somehow within all that supposed tranquility, he is alive after all, there’s nothing but bitter anguish. He doesn’t remember her, he can’t -- He’s gone. Everything they had: GONE. It was all written in his eyes, confusion, utter bewilderment...’who the hell are you??’ No sense of recognition, no sense of her name laced against his tongue...she’s back at square one, alone. And to an extent, she’s tumultuously toppled deeper down the rabbit hole... An unfamiliar presence dares enter the room. Samuel is fast asleep. Eleanor lies with back upon the cool tiled floor. She grants only a single glance before gaze is cast upward at the ceiling.      “I really ought to fire my new guard staff... There will be no questions, thank you. See yourself out.” she snaps, believing this intruder to be nothing more than a mere journalist.
