"Sort of." She rubs the back of her neck, feeling where the barrel of the gun pressed against her, cool and soothing somehow in the moment. It wasn't her neck. But she remembers it as if it were.

"I remember Shaun holding the gun to my head. I remember typing out my final article. I remember feeling my mind going and begging him to shoot. I remember the click of the trigger...."

She drops her hand.

"And then I remember waking up in a CDC holding cell."