“Life is only what you make it.” Gentle waves lap at the white sandy beach on the monitor. “Why don’t you go for a morning run?” The brisk voice asks like it does everyday at nine, about twenty minutes after Luis wakes up.

“You sound more believable each day, Jane,” Luis responds and gently brushes the edge of the monitor.

They all have names for him or her. It suggests that they name it. In Luis’ case she is Jane, a sensitive soft spoken young woman who lives to love and serve. However, for Frederick next door he is Alexander, a loud pompous coach-like figure always yelling or screaming for Frederick to do something better. And for Kimmie one level up he is Philip, a charming young man with a British accent and full of complements.