There are times when the world slips out of control. It’s like an accident that is happening too quickly, and you can’t stop it, you can’t think about it, you have no choice but to lean back and watch as everything changes forever. All you can do is wait for the ride to end, the car to crash, the world to stop. You’re chasing after time, chasing after things that have already happened, because the drugs have made you too slow. You’re thick and awkward, but if you can just catch up, you can grab it, you can stop it-
But no.
It’s already happened.
You have no choice but to play it out.
Allison: It wasn’t scott going through your bags. It was me.
Kate: you?
Allison: Mm, me.



