Every one of her memories always made her feel like she was being thrown into a play of her past life where she had no control over her body, her actions and words. It aways made Lenette feel like she was having an outer body experience that seemed to follow a sequence and scripted lines.
But the ones she was having as she laid asleep in the comfort of the greenhouse, her sanctuary, were anything but. They were all over the place and followed no line of reason or logic.
