Phoebe stands on Pulteney Bridge, the shock of mangled metal and blood-stained walls flashes through her mind as she tries to cover her face, so she won't be recognised. It wouldn't do to be spotted looking like this. She feels sick. Phoebe thought murder and murder happened. At home, Phoebe arranges the scissors and knives, so they point toward her mother's room. She is exhausted, making sure there's no trace of herself - not a single hair, not even her scent - left anywhere in the house. She must not let her thoughts unravel, because if they do, there's no telling who might be caught in the crossfire, and Phoebe will have to live with the consequences.
