Maybe it was her other self, that damned non-Jessica.

Maybe she did something to Dr. Firth, like she once killed Alice and tried to kill Brent.

Not-Jessica hid.

Hiding somewhere in the subcortex of consciousness. Covered in a blanket of memories. Buried in memory and disappeared. For a while.

Jess knew for sure that she would return. That she is still in it. Laughs occasionally and occasionally waves to her from the mirrors.

Hallucinations and monsters also no longer disturbed her. Although after the illusion of a certain Warner's house, traces of chains remained on her wrists.

But the paintings seen in this disgusting place left a much greater mark...