"no one".. her hands shake "I don't have..." A frustated look, then "Whatever Garden I'm in, it has no othe rpeople in it. I talk to boys... and they hate me! I talk to girls, and they pat me on the head and walk away. I talk to adults and they undo me.. .or they need to do other things. And I'm already forgotten, if no one is there for me, I am already forgotten, why not forget? It's be..." She lets glamour trickle out of her hand.. not to DO anything. ..just releasing it "better than knowing what I'm missing"