I don’t know.

Oh my god.

And me, my own voice—I can’t get ahhhhhhh ugh—

Just—steady her.

I’m broken, I heard myself—Broken. Broken.

Broken?

Claire, look at me.

Broken through and it’s p-p-p-p-p-p-pouring into my a a a ahhhhhh—

What’s—?

Claire, stay with me. Look at me. Look at my eyes. Listen to my voice. Stay in the room.

Have you seen this before?

No, I don’t—

What’s happening?

Stay with me, Claire. Listen to my voice, hold on to my voice.

Convulsing on the ground now. Paroxysms. Pppppp—

Oh fuck.

Someone do something!

Do what?

Oh my god.

She’s having a seizure.

No, she’s not.

Maybe she broke through.

Broke through what?

Give me the blanket—Mia’s voice.

Blanket?

Just—

Leslie grabbed a blanket from the couch and tossed it to Mia, who wrapped me up in it like a baby, and tried to calm me, shushing and whispering into my ears as I shook, sweating, lolling, lllllahhhhh—

Keep her tongue out of her throat.

It’s okay, Mia said. I’ve got you.

Kyle told them I was afraid I might fall in and never come out.

Fall in?

I’ve got you, Claire, it’s okay, it’s—

Butbutbutbut I broke free from Mia’s grasp, the blanket, tearing, tearing what was left of my clothes, The Hum tearing through me, flag on a mast, vicious—

Claire—

Somebody—

What’s she doing?

She’s overheating.

Get her some water.

Why’s she making that noise?

Dear god.

Ygghhhh dear god ugh gaaaauuuuuuuuggghhh—

Water!

Shawn ran to the kitchen.

Someone said—Claire, please.

Just grab the jug from the fridge!

Naked. Winds of time, of sound, on the mast. Shawn re-entered at a jog with a jug of water, plastic, see-through, condensation; he handed it to Jo, who poured it over me, just doused me with the ice water.

Holy shit.

Sputtering, gasping. Jo clapped her hands loudly in my face.

Come back to us, Claire!

Ahhhhhhlll of me—in—

Yes.

Come on.

Trying to form words. Making shapes with my lips, tongue—

That’s it.

I think she can hear you.

Aahhhhcckk—couldn’t do it.

What is it, love?—Emily’s voice.

Back up, give her space.

Claire?

K—I said.

It’s me. It’s Kyle, said Kyle’s voice.

K—K—Coming—to—

Come back to me, Claire. Come back. Come back to me.