My mood, my life, are bound tight with the mood and the life of Eleven. As she goes, so I go. I am no longer an island entire of myself. I am connected to another; we are connected to one another; we are a one. Or, switching from Donne to Mathison, I feel what my little alien feels, and at the same time. When she is unwell, I am unwell. Today I have my little alien girl back, the way we were together in our first three months. She will change, I know. She is a teenager in cat years and those are the changing years. I don't change; I am rusted into place. I will try mightily to wrench my limbs into some flexibility and accommodate to her.