She’s going to try this one more time. She really doesn’t want to. She was supposed to be done. But it’s so obvious. It’s exactly what she should be doing. She’s going to come back from the dead. Her stomach hurts. She can see the spotlight dancing in through the curtains. The sweat is real. Throat, paste. So many friends. So many names. It’s what makes the most sense. It’s the only way.