I am not sure what is going on and I am on edge. She is looking at me and she is quiet. There are no words, no jangling chains, no pounding bass or screaming vocals. She is staring at me, those bright green eyes scanning me intently as though I am her latest piece of evidence.
Suddenly she is upon me, her lips pressed tightly to mine. I stiffen at the invasion until my mind processes the softness of her lips and the familiar scent of gunpowder. Her tongue traces my lower lip and my mind goes quiet. There is nothing left to think about.