GUNABIE, milie//lena

[Milie Gunabie]

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*This file was put together for Hogwarts' references by the muggle Turner Gunabie, containing news paper articles, quotes, and various other types of official informational documents surrounding the kidnapping and life thereafter of Milena Whitt Gunabie.*

[Thus, reading the History portion of this file first would be most beneficial to anyone wishing to fully comprehend its contents.]

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Name: Milena [(mee LEH nah) Greek origins, meaning 'black'] Whitt [(whit) English origins, meaning 'white'] Gunabie

*Side note by Turner Gunabie: "We never realized how... opposing her name was, nor could we have ever known just the connection it would later have within her life. Maeve and I just liked the way it sounded."

Age: 14
Gender: female
Year: fourth
Face Claim: Frida Gustavsson

Canon or Original? -->Canon<--

Facial Properties: “Milie is convinced that she has a big head, but I think she just sees that skinny little neck of hers and draws that conclusion in comparison. My little girl is beautiful – I don’t care how biased you think I am. She’s such a fair thing, with a slim face and nice cheek bones (like her grandmother). Milena has a good, strong forehead that, well, she calls a “five-head,” and she probably gets from my side of the family. Her ears are set pretty far back on her head, and if her hair isn’t in the way, you can see the round beauty mark she has on the cheek that’s to the right of her nose – if you’re looking at her. And, if you look at that pretty face long enough, you really can see her Irish roots (from the MacDougal’s of course). That tiny, slightly upturned nose sloped from a smooth bridge, and her colouring… I’m pretty fair as well, but not like Milena. It’s funny, sometimes it looks like her hairline and eyebrows are light enough to blend in with her skin – though her hair is most definitely red (albeit light). It depends on the season, and the sun. In the winter, it tends to dull to a light rusty color. In the spring and summer, the sun highlights and brightens it to a brilliant orange. No matter the shade, her hair colour always compliments her pink lips. Her lower lip is extra pouty from years of mastering the puppy-dog look, despite her resentment towards the fact that she thinks her upper lip is a bit too small. The thing you remember the most after looking at Milie though, or at least, what sticks out the most in my mind, is her big blue eyes. Sometimes she squints to make them look smaller, but when open wide…oh those baby blues. They’re somewhere between a round and an almond sort of shape, and the lightest of teal blue – a shade lighter than my own, I think. Maybe I am just a proud father, too proud, for giving her those gorgeous eyes, but try looking into them and saying that you blame me.”

Physique: “I can describe Milie’s physique down to a tee, as they say. I’d had to do so quite a few times during the course of eight days… Granted, that was when she was eight years old, still, not a whole lot from that description has changed. Her hair is still a light orangey red most of the time, and it still falls a little past her collarbone. Naturally, it’s not curly, but it’s not pin-straight either. Is there a word for that? Her body type is still thin –she’s a bean pole- but the little meat she does have on her is muscle as she likes sports and moving around and all of that. In fact, she’s always been rather tall for a girl I’d say, standing at a complete five feet and six inches tall now that she’s fourteen. She’s predicted to grow another inch at least, though before she stops growing altogether. It’s her legs, I think, that contribute the most to her height; they go on for miles, I swear. Her limbs, truth be told, make her look a bit lanky at times, but Milena doesn’t make lanky look like a bad thing at all (and it’s not really). And then, when it’s Lena we’re talking about, her physique almost appears to change because she carries herself so differently, so gracefully, and therefore she walks more like a debutant than a spunky athlete (as Milie is). Don’t get me wrong, they look the same, Milie and Lena, of course, but they don’t necessarily move in the same way. Lena is more…careful, more deliberate than Milie is by far, but I digress. Milena, being fourteen, is in that stage where she’s –ahem- just becoming a woman, I guess is the right way to put it. She certainly looks grown up to me (but my comparisons are made looking at the little girl we used to read bedtime stories to), but Maeve claims she still has time to develop more, uhm, “curves” in my wife’s words.”

Wand Type: [here a certificate from Ollivander's Wand Shop is pasted, reading:] Wood of Hawthorn, nicely springy in make, with a Manticore’s hair as its core.
Wand Expertise: "Milie tells us that her wand seems to excel in the Divinations area, while Lena says she thinks it is better suited for Charms."
Patronus: "Milena has two patronuses- or maybe they just change (my wife still has to explain these things to me) -Milie's patronus is a rather playful fox, and Lena's is a rather intimidating bloodhound."
Boggart: "Maeve tells me a boggart turns into and reveals a person's biggest fear. Well, I expect Milie's boggart would be a- a playground. Lena...Lena's would be to completely disappear, I suppose."

Personality:

“We used to call Milie “silly Milie” for a reason – the girl really can be a goofball. She adores jokes of all kinds – knock-knock jokes, “a ___ walked into a bar” jokes, blonde jokes, stupid jokes, cheesy jokes, offensive jokes, dirty joke, practical jokes, you name it. If it’s even remotely funny, or even weirdly entertaining, Milie will just adore it and more often than not, laugh her little butt off for a good minute or so. She’s exactly the kind of person who will laugh as much as she wants and not care a bit if other people think that she is obnoxious. Because honestly, maybe she can be a bit obnoxious. I mean, I love her to bits but that doesn’t mean I don’t realize just how…out-going she can be. But, as long as she’s enjoying herself, who cares? Certainly not Milie Gunabie, that’s who! Which is probably a good mentality to have, if it means she’s confident with herself. Although, I wouldn’t necessarily say that Milie doesn’t care about what other people think, it’s just that she doesn’t really take other people’s thoughts or feelings into account when making decisions. Or snap-decisions, rather, because she is very straight-forward, and blunt, and in fact Milie rarely ever seems that she dwells on anything before she does anything. The whole “thinking before acting thing” isn’t quite her style. She’s a “doer.” She quickly looks at things or facts as she sees them, and she acts. Or talks. And then, more often than not, moves on to another thing. She’s very spontaneous in that way, truth be told. As long as she thinks it is fun, Milie is up for anything. Even if it breaks the rules a little bit (we’ve had to have chats with her about that, but I don’t actually think much of those talks gets through to her), and especially if it’s dangerous, because Milie is a true adrenaline junkie (another thing we’ve warned her about). Why do you think she loves Quidditch so much, though? Flying around hundreds of feet in the air on a broom… “it’s awesome” as she once explained to me. Yes, Milie is definitely a risk-taker, in every sense of the word. It’s not a bad thing all the time, but it makes me and her mother nervous sometimes.”

“Sorry, that was a bit jumbled, I suppose. To put it simply, though, Milie is often all over the place. Her personality can similarly be all over the place as well, but I am going to try to sort it out, and re-iterate a bit of what I just mentioned, in a more scientific way. Milie’s therapist naturally analyzed her personalities, explained to us that each personality in the world generally falls into certain personality types, and she then gave us an overview of both Milie and Lena’s general personality. I think the descriptions are dead on, to be honest, for both Milie and Lena, but we’ll get to Lena later. Milie is the personality type identified as “ESTP,” which stands for “Extroverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving”. She explained these sorts of people as “outgoing, straight-shooting types, enthusiastic and excitable, who live in the world of action” (sounds like Milie, no?). She added that they're usually very good at storytelling and improvising, which is funny because Milie loves making things up. She doesn’t lie, per say, she just…improvises silly pointless things for no reason. Says things that aren’t true, just to be funny. “ESTPs” typically makes things up as they go along, rather than following a plan, as well, and, yeah, Milie never follows any sort of plan whatsoever, no matter how many times you tell her that planning ahead is a good way to get organized. Then, there was this other piece of literature that Milie’s therapist showed us on Milie’s personality that read: “ESTPs have an eerie ability to identify people's feelings and motivations. They notice little cues which go completely unnoticed by most other people and personality types, such as facial expressions and body language. They're typically a couple of steps ahead of the person they're interacting with, and often use this skill to get what they want out of any given situation.” I thought that was interesting, as I never would have thought about Milie acting that way, but I guess it’s sort of true. She does tend to anticipate whenever work gets stressful on me, and she tells me to “relax, there are plenty pairs of shoes in the shop, daddy!” But I never thought much of it. Milie…is sort of strange that way. Unexpected. But I suppose that comes with talking in third-person and have a whole other personality.

Which brings us to Lena.”

“Who is a whole other story altogether.

“Lena definitely has a strong personality, though not the same way Milie does, not at all. She’s calm and stays composed if it takes all that she has. She…has this thing in particular about control. She craves it, needs it, loves it – it’s not overtly noticeable at first, but when you are around her a lot, you pick up on little things. Like for example, she likes being on higher ground than everyone else, physically. I think that’s why she likes wearing high heels. Being above someone, literally, and looking down at them, gives her a sense of power over them. I think it is also why she insists on only reading (apart from text books) those “choose-your-own-ending” stories, so you know, she controls the ending, essentially. She likes constant, definite things, and absolutely hates surprises – she’s even sensitive about not being able to expect things. If anyone surprises her, she jumps right out of her skin and becomes shaky and furious. She can actually be very emotional at times, but she deals with this by quickly compartmentalizes these negative feelings. Numbs herself, and move on. You would never know that she was so worried about control and these things, though, with the way she is. She’s confident too, in a different way from Milie, in a poised, self-assured way. Arrogant, almost, a bit stuck-up. All of this makes her a forceful person. Or, personality, I guess (sometimes these things are hard to explain because medically, most doctors don’t recognize that Lena exists as a separate enitity). Some psychologists suggest ‘Lena’ is confident and focused on strength, to shield Milie’s own insecurities, fears, and reservations. You see, there’s a lot of controversy with spilt personalities – psychologists wonder if their patients truly have two identities or if it all an act. With Lena…I don’t believe it’s an act, but I suppose I’m not an expert.

Milie’s therapist told us that Lena’s personality type was classified at “INTJ,” which stands for “Introverted Intuitive Thinking Judging.” Interestingly enough, this personality type is the “scientist” sort – the exact opposite of the “doer” that Milie is. According to the psychologist, “INTJs” live in the world of ideas and strategic planning, and they value intelligence and competence and have high standards in which they continuously strive to fulfill. Yeah, that’s Lena. She has very high standards for herself and others, and tends to (figuratively this time) look down on those who cannot carry on a decent conversation or who are slobs. As such, she’s always dressed very neatly, with make-up “to hide every flaw,” so she says. According to the pamphlet that we received on “INTJ” personality types, it is not easy for them to express their abstract sort of thoughts and insights. In their head, everything is highly individualized, and is not easily communicated or translatable into a form that other people will understand. For this reason, it seems, Lena is not a sociable as Milie is. She dislikes being socially intimate, in the emotional sense of the word, not the physical one. It’s not that she likes to be alone more so that it is that she has trouble relating with other people let alone other fourteen-year olds. And speaking of other fourteen-year olds, Lena despises Milie. It appears that opposites do not attract, as these opposite personalities clash like crazy. A lot of the time, Milie is impassive about Lena, but Lena wants complete control over Milena, and has the opinion that Milie is “uncouth.” Lena wants so hard to move on to bigger and better things.

Milie just wants to live a semi-normal life.

Milie's Likes:
+ Jokes
+ Quidditch
+ Trivia
+ The smell of books (and thus, the library)
+ Wearing socks
+ Adrenaline
+ Bull-shitting things
+ Working out/running
+ Wearing whatever the hell she wants
+ Muggle sports

Milie's Dislikes:
- The number 8
- Violence
- Redundancy
- Accidently doing something clumsy
- Tucking in her uniform¡¦s blouse
- Prissy girls
- When people tell her she’s too skinny/little
- When people roll their eyes at her. Rude!
- Looking/feeling stupid
- The colour grey. It’s not black or white. It’s just ugly.
- Playgrounds

Lena's Likes:
+ Eyeliner
+ Poise
+ Confidence
+ Punching things (punching bags, preferably)
+ Having control over herself, others, and various situations
+ Heels and Wedges
+ Being higher up or taller than others
+ Definite facts
+ Choose-your-own-ending stories
+ Surprising others
+ Looking grown up

Lena's Dislikes:

- Milie
- Surprises
- Repetition
- Weakness
- Genuinely unintelligent people
- Being out of control
- Being sneaked up on
- Being intimate (not to be confused with physical)
- Sarcasm
- Sharing
- Playgrounds

History:

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[Taped is a muggle newspaper clipping, a still picture of a man and woman standing happily together in front of a church. The man, who is tall and dressed in a suit and bowtie, is gazing at the women in the wedding dress next to him, while she smiles up at him.]

"MacDougal - Gunabie

Maeve MacDougal and Turner Gunabie celebrated their love with marriage at the Presbyterian Church at 4038 Mayble Street at 4:00pm on April 7th, 1960. The bride is a daughter of Conrad and Mona. The bridegroom is the son of Peter and Tessa Gunabie. The bride, originally from Ireland, was escorted by her father. She wore an off-white gown that was her mother's wedding dress as well, and a set of pearls belonging to her grandmother. She carried a bouquet of pink roses. The groom, from Blackpool, is a shoemaker with his own shop near Blackpool's boardwalk. They plan to reside on his family's property on the city's shore. Their friends and family wish them the greatest of happiness."

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"Maeve. It means intoxicating, you know, and from the moment I saw her over the pair of shoes I had been working on that day, that's what I was... intoxicated. I was working in my father's shop at the time (the very shop I now own) ringing up costumers as well as doing repairs. I remember that I had skipped lunch that day to work on a pair of boots that I had started making, and it’s a good thing I did. It was her hair I noticed first because really, how could you not? It was a brilliant shade of red, and it fell in waves down her back. Still does, in fact, when it's not pulled back into bun. Anyway, she asked me about a pair of shoes and I responded in some sort of jumbled mess of words. Somehow, and believe me it is a blur because all I can really remember was that hair and those big brown eyes (a dark contrast to the blue ones I saw everyday in the mirror), but somehow I landed a date with Maeve MacDougal (as she introduced herself to me as) the next evening. It went well, well enough to go on a second date, then a third, and a fourth, and so on. She was fun, and smart, and so easy to get on with; we truly loved each other's company. I was happy... while it seemed that many people my age around me were dating for convenience or to merely settle down... we were together because we loved being together. Gosh, I know how cheesy that is but it was true and it was exactly how I felt. It was why, a year and 1,438 'I love you's later, I proposed.

And she burst into tears.

It was a bit strange. I thought they were, you know, happy tears because she kept saying, "Yes, yes I'd love to marry you," but at the same time she was sobbing. I had barely gotten the chance to calm her down before she sniffled that she had to tell me something. I remember thinking that she was just being silly (or over-emotional or some equally mystifying thing women seem to be) because she made me promise to take everything she said as the truth and listen to her entirely before saying anything. I did, and Maeve promptly told me that she was a witch. I was surprised to say the least, that was the last thing I expected to hear out of her mouth. I...will admit I was hesitant to believe her at first... but can you blame me? Until then, everything I had ever known had told me that magic didn't exist. She told me so many things at once - about magic, spells, wands, the ministry, a magical school, flying brooms, muggles (a term that I learned applied to me) - it was enough to make my head spin. But then she showed me. She pulled out a wand, muttered a spell, and made the plate of chicken I had prepared float across the room. I confess, seeing truly is believing. It explained a lot though, like why we rarely spent time at her place or why I never really met her relatives (apparently the MacDougals came from an old lineage of wizarding blood). Maeve explained how most muggles weren't supposed to know about magic and such, but if we were to have a life together, I would have to know. She was so sheepish when she asked if I still wanted to marry her. It was...a lot to take in in one night. But as far as I could tell, she was the same girl I had been dating for a year, the same girl I fell in love with, and the same one that I indeed wanted to marry. The rest, as they say, is history. Our wedding was the happiest day of my life, next to the day my baby girl was born.

Which brings us to the real story (or stories, depending on how you look at it): The history of Milena Whitt Gunabie."

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[here stapled to the file is the official birth certificate of Milena Whitt Gunabie, born on June 2nd, 1963, to Maeve and Turner Gunabie, 3.2 kilograms, with light red hair and blue eyes]

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"I don't expect raising a magical child is much different from raising a non-magical one. Sure, there's the occasional flowerpot that gets unintentionally floated or vegetables that suddenly disappear, but Maeve assured me it was all well and healthy - normal- for the child of a witch. Don't get me wrong, the whole magic thing took a while to get used to, but it also made a lot of things easier. When the pots cleaned themselves and mops mopped without a guiding hand, I got to spend my time tending to my shop (in which my father gave to me after me and Maeve married) and being with Milena. She was the cutest kid. When she was really little, we would tell her in that voice all parents use to talk to their babies (you know that baby voice), "Little Milie is so really very silly." You know, cutesy baby things like that. And when she'd cry we'd tell her, "Oh! Silly Milie wants her bottle," or, "Silly Milie needs changing, doesn't she?!" I think that was why her first word was her own name - Milie. As she grew older, she even referred to herself in third person. Every night before bed she would ask Maeve, "read Milie a bedtime story?" and she would want at least two of them - usually one muggle one and one wizarding one (she understood that me and her mommy came from two different worlds and seemed to embrace this, being the product of those two worlds). She was young, and we thought the third person thing was adorable to be honest, and that surely she would grow out of it. Then, it was just something she got a kick out of. Her favourite thing in the world though was this old qiffle - er what's the name of that red ball in the broomstick game- Oh right, quaffle- this old quaffle that used to be Maeve's father's. She loved it to bits, always throwing it up, catching it, even just kicking it around. Maeve's father said it was the sign of a future, uh, Quidditch player (that's the flying broomstick game's name). But I would say, "but she's so tiny!" and he would respond, "then the faster she'll be." It was a happy life. I would work while Maeve was with our little Milie during the day, and when I came home from the shop I would take her to the muggle park down the road so she could go down the slides. We would go there every single day, without troubles, without fail. Until September 12th, 1971.

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[attached are two similar newspaper clippings - both have the same picture of a small girl around the age of 8 or 9, but in one clipping, the picture moves into giggles while the other stays as a second captured in time]

"8 Year-old Girl Disappears from Playground
After visiting a local playground with her father, Milena Gunabie was reported missing yesterday, after seeming to disappear from the park area. Police reports say there had been complaints of a suspicious character lerking in the very vicinity where Milena last was seen. Officials believe..."

"Young Witch is Taken from Muggle Park

Yesterday afternoon in Blackpool, England, the 8 year-old Milena Gunabie (daughter of wizarding Maeve MacDougal and muggle Turner Gunabie) was taken from a muggle playground. No recognizable suspects have come into light as the Gunabies claim they can't imagine who would wish harm upon their family. Magical interference, however has not been ruled out despite the heavy muggle population in that location. Milena has blue eyes, light red hair, and was last seen wearing..."

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"...You don't know -you can't understand- the feeling of losing your child until you look around and realize that your baby is nowhere in sight. You - you check around calmly at first because you think she's just run after a bug, or went to pick a dandelion but then something inside you drops because you realize this isn't the case. That's when the panic sets in -no- consumes you. And you're running around screaming her name and all you can hear is the pounding of your heart that somehow made its way to your eardrums while also plummeting to your feet. You start asking strangers you wouldn't have considered talking to before if they have seen your red-headed little girl with the light blue eyes and the beating in your ears gets louder and faster with each shake of their heads. I can't... [the ink is smudged here from what appears to be small droplets of water] It's...awful doesn't begin to cover it..."

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[two other notices, the titles printed in big bold letters]

"GUNABIE CHILD FOUND AT THE LOCATION WHERE SHE WAS TAKEN"

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"RETURNED TO THE SCENE OF THE CRIME: MILENA GUNABIE FOUND AT MUGGLE PLAYGROUND"

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"She was found in a tunnel on the playground, eight days later, clutching her little knees to her chest and staring into the starlight at the end of it. She was scarred. But she was found. She was alive - you have no idea how relieved me and my wife were. No, not just relieved, but elated, euphoric, where we wanted to laugh and cry at the same time and we did, because the past eight days without her had been the very definition of a living hell. But now¡K We got to hold her again, see her again, smell her again, talk to her again, and it was so surreal. Almost as surreal as losing her had been.
But our Milie was back and that was all that mattered. She was¡K a bit traumatized though, to say the least. The police didn't know who took her, as Milie - all she could tell them was that it was a man who had abducted her (though in not so many words). She was within our arms though, home again. She was within our watch constantly, but it was ideal for all of us, because none of us wanted to be alone at that point. After a couple weeks, she was smiling again - laughing even. Although, he speaking in third person was more¡Kit was different than before. More constant. She not only used her name when speaking about herself, but she started using the detached pronoun 'she,' eliminating 'I' from her speech altogether. Other than that, though, sometimes she was her old self. Our Milie... the one constantly asking us to buy her a real "big-girl-broomstick," the one reading story books and kicking her little sock-covered feet in the air. But...sometimes she wasn't.

Sometimes she was a completely different person."

"The first time Lena appeared...it was a month after Milena was brought home to us. Milie had tripped in the backyard and face-planted a puddle of mud while somehow scraping her knee on the way down. She had calmly walked back into the house, pointed at her knee and said, "Milie fell and hurt her knee. Lena is going to get a Band-Aid." Lena? We thought, Who's Lena? Is that a new nickname, Milena? And we asked as much. She pointed to herself and said, "Lena is Lena! Lena is going to wash the dirt off of her." And with that she marched off to the loo. It was...strange to say the least. Maeve and I weren't sure what was going on with our daughter, but again, we waited to see if it was a strange phase or fluke. It wasn't. Every once and a while, Milie wouldn't be Milie anymore. She'd be...different. Almost the exact opposite of herself - not bad, per say, just different. More composed, a little uptight even (for the young girl that she still was). We didn't press Milie about it too much, because she would (we thought) pretend to be confused, and our prodding only brought "Lena" out more often. When after a year went by and "Lena" was still around, we took Milena to a psychiatrist for magical children (we figured a muggle consult may be too risky, fearing the child would accidently expose the wizarding world).

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[here an old psych file is included, diagnosis and notes scribbled accordingly]

Date: December 3rd, 1972
Patient: Milena Gunabie
Age: 9
Symptoms: multiple mannerisms not similar to each other, depersonalization in the form of third-person speech, slight memory loss, auditory of personalities inside mind
Diagnosis: Dissociative Identity Disorder (commonly referred to as "Split Personality Disorder")
Notes: Appears to have one alter, aside from her base personality, both personalities speak in third person, personalities do not seem to be split evenly, with 'Lena' appearing less often, appears to have been catalyzed by the eight day period in which she was kidnapped and presumably held against her will, each personality claims to know of the other, however it looks as if Milie blacks out whenever Lena comes out - with Lena being aware of what Milie does, but Milie being unaware of Lena's actions. However, Milie does claim to hear her alter in her head every once and a while, mostly before the personality of Lena indeed takes over.

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[if one keeps rifling through this file, they will find a cassette tape, dated with the year 1974. If placed in a cassette player, one would hear the following conversation]

{a few seconds of static and then...}

ADULT FEMALE'S VOICE: Alright, we're gunna record this bit of the session for my notes, okay Milie?
LITTLE GIRL'S VOICE: Okay.
ADULT: So, tell me your full name again.
MILIE: Milena Whitt Gunabie.
ADULT: But you prefer to be called 'Milie', right?
MILIE: Yeah, Milie thinks it sounds better than Milena!
ADULT: It certainly is nice. Do you also call yourself 'Lena'?
MILIE: No, Lena calls Lena 'Lena'...
ADULT: So, you don't see yourself as the same person as Lena, correct?
MILIE: Milie isn't Lena, Milie isn't Lena at all!
ADULT: And what do you think of Lena?
MILIE: Lena...Milie doesn't think Lena likes her very much. She likes to take Milie's body over...
ADULT: And what happens when Lena takes over?
MILIE: Milie doesn't know. Milie just wakes up and then it's a different time then when she blacks out...

[if one flips the tape over...]

ADULT: Milie? Are you okay? Your eyes glazed over for a moment.
MILENA: Lena isn't Milie.
ADULT: Lena?
LENA: Yes. Lena likes your shoes.
ADULT: Thank you. What happened to Milie?
LENA: Lena pushed her out.
ADULT: Do you not like Milie?
LENA: Milie is annoying. She gets in Lena's way.
ADULT: Why is that?
LENA: Lena wants our body all to herself. Milie hogs it.
ADULT: She hogs it?
LENA: Yes, she hogs it. Lena doesn't like sharing. But someday Lena won't have to share.
{static - the end of the tape}

"Lena hasn't gone away, still to this day. It's not that we hate her - she's a part of our child- but sometimes...well, it's difficult for Milie, to say the least."

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