She could hear her heartbeat in the cellar, reverberating off the walls and back into her ears. She'd been trapped and imprisoned for months on end, not being able to see the light. At that center, all she was a meatsuit that had bruises, a broken lip, a shaved head, a memory that was almost erased. If she could move her arms and legs, if she could find a will to make herself rise above the torment, she would. But how was she to do it without him?