Snow didn't realize Allison was there at first. It was like trying to sense the world through water. Everything was slow, blurry, muffled, indistinct. And not particularly wanting to come up for air, Snow didn't fight to make sense of the words. The meaning sank in slowly and not all in order.

She lifted her head slowly and stared, eyes wide and blank and uncomprehending. Broken? Her hands? A body was just a body, it didn't matter if they were or not (but she knew they weren't, they didn't hurt nearly enough for a broken bone).