"Correct." She tried to figure out how to phrase things, her voice hesitant. "The details that were missing are there now, like the stale scent of sweat the man that had grabbed me from behind on my way to the limousine after that night's performance, the darkness and wetness that made it impossible to breathe, the inability to move."

Opening her eyes, she stared up at the trees. "I remember praying for Gérard to come save me, begging them to let me go." She had been so weak back then. "But I do not feel the terror, the panic, the pain. I know I should, but there is a void there that is more than my powers. Missing pieces."

Sitting up, she fiddled with her pant leg, making it lay smooth. "I can usually ignore that I am what I am, but this place - away from the doctors - makes it hard."