As she walks into the building, he holds the door for her. "Don't worry, I'm not as screwed up as the rest of them... Am I?" The thought isolates itself in her mind. Walking through the halls this time feels more lonely and cold than the time before. She begins to think, "what crazy, mad, sick, depressed, lunatics would she run into this time?" And then she realizes, she's here just like everyone else. Maybe she is just as screwed up, maybe she's just been in denial all along.