The attendant, Carmine, meets Song Dohyun at the garden gate with an expression that means something has happened and she would rather not be the one to say it.
"How is she," he says, before she can open her mouth.
"Unsettled, Mr. Song." Carmine falls into step beside him, clipboard pressed against her chest. "She's been calling out in her sleep for two days. Since the night of the hotel incident."
"Calling out what?"
A pause.
"Names," Carmine offers carefully. "And something about a door."
The garden is quiet at this hour, the kind of quiet that comes from everything in it knowing better than to make noise when he visits. Song Dohyun finds Mary where he always finds her, in the wheelchair by the stone path, her attendant hovering at a respectful distance.
Her scars catch the morning light. They always do.
"You dreamt," he says, stopping in front of her.
