When I got to the Mansion today, I found Joan on the porch, staring out at nothing, or so I thought. Sometimes she tells me she was waiting for me to come. She doesn’t know my name, but she knows me. She followed me through the Mansion today as I made my rounds.

I always ask her if she has everything she needs, and she always tells me there is nothing she needs. She is, she said, planning to go home every day.