annas troubled gaze shifted to the fire . then it was time to go . was i controlling it or was it controlling me ? `` clean her up , '' he said to the general . maybe it 's just the way you were born . i 'm not ashamed to admit it , either . so , please , let 's just start over , okay ? all the desks had chairs that faced towards the front . the doctor was seated on top of a lab table , his head hanging down , his fingers fidgeting with his hat . 