Lost.

She stands shivering next to a wide expanse of road. She'd had to get off of the bus, needed something to draw her back from the precipice she was standing at the edge of, and for some reason she'd thought the cool night air would do it. Now she's less concerned about the mess her life currently consists of than the fact that she's left her jacket and lighter inside.

Where they've stopped, miles from anywhere, is kind of comforting though.

She fights a sudden urge to run. Running won't help, it hasn't for the rest of her life, but the impulse is so deeply ingrained within her that it takes real effort to ignore it. Instead she leans back against the bus and tries to order her thoughts. Unfortunately, she has as much luck with doing that as suppressing the desire to leave. Everything remains resolutely chaotic, flashes of what happened, what could have happened, and what could still happen emerging from the recesses of her mind to taunt her.

These thoughts have her so tightly tangled in a web that she never hears him approach. "Bea, we've got to go," he says offhandedly, letting no hint of emotion creep in to his tone. He knows just as well as she does how fatal that could be. She nods, not trusting herself to reply to him. As she turns to go back inside she catches him watching her, and for a second they stand trapped in time. He moves instinctively towards her, and that's what breaks her out of her reverie. She walks past him and through the door - never looking back.