"I don't know why they showed that footage of us." It didn't even make a terrible lot of sense narratively, for the exposé, and yet it somehow wormed under her skin. Appeared over and over in her nightmares, though she can never remember what happens after she leaves the bedroom.

Her eyes dart around, not side to side but as if searching the inside of her head, little jerky motions. She keeps coming up with nothing, not- not anything that can explain the way her chest tightens, the way a chill and goosebumps rise along her legs like a flock of birds from the edge of a cliff.