The explanation:
I asked a security guard what happened yesterday, and he said the woman had post-partum depression. That’s really too bad! So it turns out the baby the woman was carrying around was the dead person’s after all. I’m still feeling jittery and nervous. I think the screaming, especially, freaked me out. In scary (or gross) movies I always cover my ears, because just seeing things makes them easier to bear. I did that in Ichi the Killer, for example.
It seems like it’s a bad mental health autumn. I was feeling bad before my accident and was prescribed some Celexa to take along with the usual Prozac. I feel better now, but I keep seeing all these weird stories in the news about naked people trying to board jets and stuff.