Dr. Kensler - the real one - eyes you coldly. "This memory is not for you," she warns. "Though I suppose you have no more control over this than I do." You cannot help but be a little curious what kind of academic work would rattle somebody like her, so you ask. "It was not academic in nature," she confesses, running her hand idly along the vision of her office desk, before pulling the photograph out from inside the journal and examining it in private. "I was never very skilled in expressing myself in...matters of the heart," she says, and the photograph fades in her hands, along with the rest of the mirage. "Come along. I do not wish to remain here any longer," she states.