Hey. Calm down. This is very important for the plot. Seriously, WAY more action (sexual and on) next chapters! For reals!

Um... Yeah. I'm going to France which means hiatus for two weeks. Sorry about that, and about how long this guy took!! I love you all!

Reviews please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Listen to Human by the Killers (which is kinda happy and poppy but the lyrics SO work for Jess) and Down in a Rabbit Hole by Bright Eyes. Which is perfect all around.

It wasn't as though she hadn't tried, she told herself.

She had. Over and over!

But trying to balance the two, along with dealing with her shaky mind, was near impossible. It felt like juggling volatile, clumsy torches while blindfolded, never knowing where the next burn would land. She knew that she'd have to give one up sooner or later. And she knew she couldn't give up the Joker.

He was a disease, an addiction, a parasite crawling under her skin, consuming her slowly, piece by piece.

But how the hell was she supposed to let go of Billy?!

Billy, who she clung to by a thin thread, who tried with all his might to pull her back into sanity and followed her into the dark, where she so willingly went…

How could she possibly let that go?

The Jesster cried into her pillow, throwing her top hat across the room as its sharp corners dug into the flesh of her side where she'd laid against it on her cot. She felt dirty, bloody, used and in pain, her shoulder beginning to throb as the numbing stuff wore off. She though briefly about taking a shower but couldn't muster the strength to stand again after everything that had happened that night.

She'd been halfway to her room when the events and memories of the evening had hit her with a terrible force and she'd burst into tears. Thank God it hadn't happened with the Joker nearby. He'd only have made it worse.

Echoes and scattered bits of thought kept running through her mind, disjointed and too painful to catch hold of and examine at length, like a coin torched by flame and then tossed at her: James Gordon is dead Powers is dead Billy hates me the Joker will keep me I'm injured he hates me he's dead he's dead he's using me does he love me will he forgive me my shoulder aches my burns sting my body hurts he did this to me I let him do this to me I hate him do I love him what is he he's a monster he's a genius he's my God he's my Devil he's my everything I can't live without him…

It took her a moment to realize her thoughts had turned entirely to the Joker.

She screamed into her pillow, full of rage and sorrow, hating this. She flopped over and suddenly pulled her dirty, sweat stained dress over her head, whipping it to the floor and laying there in a bra and underwear, trying to feel better now that she felt like Jessica again.

Now that the Jesster was gone with her costume.

But she didn't feel better and she realized the Jesster was the same as Jessica. They'd never been different, despite the feeling of power and villainy she had while dressing up.

She couldn't work herself to be two people, have multiple personalities or lives like the Joker had. She couldn't be Jess and be with Billy and be Jesster and be with the Joker because there was only one of her.

And she had been taken.

It no longer seemed like a relief to her, for the Joker to have said that about her being his. It seemed, now, like a prison sentence.

Only a moment ago, it had seemed like a beautiful promise.

"What is this?!" she screamed into her pillow, confused and conflicted, tears spilling the taste of salt into her mouth. How could she fluctuate between such different views on the same subject, especially if she really was the same person?

This absolutely, one hundred percent, sucked ass.

Knowing that, knowing there was nothing she could do to change it tonight, didn't help. Jess sobbed for at least another hour, until her head hurt and her lips were chapped and she couldn't open her eyes to leak another tear.

She fell asleep.

The pain woke her first, the worst morning pain she'd ever felt centered in her left shoulder. Surprised, confused, she looked down at her arm and whimpered when she saw the crusty scab forming under the messy but effective stitches.

Next came a fleeting moment of admiration at the Joker's handiwork. They weren't neat but she knew she wasn't infected with anything awful and it was easy to see her shoulder would heal properly. It was stiff, however, and swollen, a dark purple bruise forming around the outline of the cut. She could move her hand, thankfully, and almost bend her arm all the way, but otherwise jostling the thing caused considerable pain.

Keeping this in mind, Jess slowly sat up and gritted her teeth against the ache in her arm. She didn't even want to know what the ramifications would be of rolling or stretching it.

Another sharp sting of torture hit her as she stood up and she almost yelled out loud in agony. She needed something to ease this or she was not going to be able to get through the day but before she would crawl back to the Joker to ask for some pain meds (she knew he had them; he probably had every med on the face of the earth) she decided she'd try to relieve her shoulder in a more natural way.

Jess grabbed the heavy robe she'd received from Billy the first day she came here and left her room, heading for the shower.

Much to her surprise and pleasure, the water, so hot it left red streaks against her skin, did do the trick, and while she was under the flow she felt physically better than she had in days.

It could have been the fact that she was alone, as well. The men didn't bother her while she was in the bathroom, out of a mix of respect and embarrassment, so she could think and feel whatever she wanted. Today, Jess cried, tears mingling with the running water so that she wasn't even sure whether or not they were tears.

She sobbed harshly for the pain, for Powers, for Billy and for the Joker.

It never even occurred to her to cry for herself.

After a solid hour in the steam and heat, after the hot water faded to warm and the warm started to fade, too, Jess exited the stall and brushed her hair, feeling renewed and invigorated, the way a good cry will do. She found a first aid kit hidden in one of the cabinets behind a mirror and tied up her shoulder with a bandage in a makeshift sling to keep it from being jostled too hard. She brushed her hair and wiped her face and dried off, then set back to her room. She'd been positively filthy after yesterday--the water off her back had come away stained red and grey--and simply being clean helped put everything into a little better focus.

She just had to keep her mind off of Powers.

Jess dressed in a worn, comfortable black cotton tee and soft faded jeans, then picked up her dirty costume and walked it to the laundry room, where she threw it alone in the washer with enough detergent to cleanse three closets. She took an Aleve for the remaining pain and decided to head for the rec room.

Time to face the music.

She was swarmed as soon as she entered the room, men surrounding her on all sides, asking questions, voicing concern.

"Are you okay?"

"What happened?"

"Billy won't tell us anything."

"Did the boss do that?"

"Is your shoulder okay?"

"Would weed help the pain?"

"We weren't sure if we should've followed you…"

"Thank God you're alright."

"Shit, that thing looks painful."

Jess almost laughed at them. Her men, who, against all odds, were so sweet and caring. And forgiving. More forgiving than she could believe.

"I'm fine," she said, smiling to show she was telling the truth. "It was an accident. I got in the way of his knife but I'm okay now. He… he sort of fixed me up."

"Got in the way of his knife?" a man with shaggy brown hair named Jackson asked. "What was he doing? Swinging it around on random?"

"Easy answer to that," came the deep voice of Blake.

Jess turned towards him, not having realized he was in the group around her. She'd been sure he was angry with her, too. He and Billy seemed to move as a unit nowadays.

But no. There he was with worried eyes but a smiling mouth. Jess's forced smile fell into an honest grin. At least he wasn't angry, which meant there was a chance Billy wasn't either.

"Billy was pissing the boss off, as usual," Blake continued. "They were fighting over Jess."

"No they weren't!" Jess exclaimed, not liking the way that sounded, even if it was mostly true. "The Joker wanted to talk to me or something--" someone scoffed at the idea of him wanting to just "talk" but Jess ignored it, "and Billy wanted me to stay with friends. It was…" Jess sighed, "It was just a really tough night. For all of us."

The men gave a collective nod and, satisfied by her explanation, began to move away. They were learning that the fewer questions asked, especially when it came to the Joker, the better, and Jess felt that they were happier not knowing every facet about her relationship with him.

After all, not even she knew every facet…

Blake stayed nearby and, after the crowd had thinned, put an arm over Jess's shoulder.

"Is Billy mad?" she asked him immediately, and knew from the way his lips compressed that this was indeed the case.

"I'd say more at the boss than at you," Blake whispered, "but I think you really hit a nerve this time, Jesster."

Jess sighed heavily.

"I didn't mean to," she mumbled, "he knows I didn't…"

"Does he?" Blake asked. "Jess, you know Bill. He tends to take things personal. Real personal. And how would you feel if the person you were head over heels for put her arms around a…"

"Blake, shut up, okay?" Jess snapped, torn somewhere between crying and blushing. "I get where he's coming from."

"You're not acting like it…"

"Seriously, shut up!" Jess pulled away from him sharply. "Maybe Billy just needs to let me go, huh? Maybe he can prevent himself from getting hurt if he just…" Her breath hitched. Oh no. No, no, no. She would not start crying again. She took a deep breath. "I love him. I love all of you."

"You know that's not how he wants you," Blake said quietly, seeming guarded against her hysteric eyes. "How you love us, I mean. With Bill, it's different."

"It can't be," Jess said.

God, she couldn't do this. Not today. Not now. Everyone was either attacking her or tiptoeing around her feelings. She hated that.

She turned and made her hasty way towards the door to the hall, but upon opening it, found none other than the Joker standing there, his gloved hand poised against the knob.

An odd rush of fear and affection hit Jess, and she raised her eyebrows at him and smiled.

"You're up early, boss," she said lightly.

The Joker hardly glanced at her, his eyes sweeping in sharp, flicking circles around the rec room, his jaw working, his mouth pursed. He was thinking, making a quick final decision, before simply walking past Jess and towards the television in the corner. Jess turned after him curiously. That was off. He would usually have said something-- "How's the, uh, shoulder, Jesster?" a simple "hi" or, if he was in a nasty mood, "get out." Staying silent, much less seeming to decide to stay silent, was not how he was.

Jess was suddenly worried. Did he look sicker than usual? Had she done something in particular to piss him off? Was he awkward that he had helped her out last night? Even more unlikely, was he actually guilty about stabbing her? Or was she over thinking this, like he was a regular guy?

She decided on that last one and strode over to where he was leaning on the edge of the sofa, eyes fixed on the TV, which had been turned hastily to a news channel. She stood close to him, gauging his reaction to her, and noticed that there was no reaction. Jess frowned, about to say something to him when suddenly the volume on the TV was turned up and the Joker's face had split into a wide grin.

"There's Harvey," he said and Jess quickly looked up at the image on the screen.

There was Harvey, indeed, looking classy and handsome in a light grey suit and red tie, his blond hair combed neatly away from his eyes, his classic jaw line almost too classic. He was standing behind a podium on a temporary stage before floor to ceiling windows. The shadows just under the position of the camera gave the impression of a full audience. Jess nodded. A press conference. Why had this been called, then?

"Ladies and gentlemen," said Dent, "thank you for coming. I've called this press conference for two reasons. Firstly, to assure the citizens of Gotham that everything that can be done over the Joker killings is being done."

As the people in the conference room started to mutter, Jess's heart leapt. They were talking about her little group! Was this why the Joker was keen on watching it? He'd gotten everyone gathered around the TV, but surely just a mention of he and his accomplices didn't constitute an entire half hour of news watching.

Dent's next sentence explained everything.

"Secondly," he said, his facial expression flickering slightly, "because the Batman has offered to turn himself in."

Jess turned her head so fast in the direction of the Joker that her neck cricked. He stood still, staring at the television, his jaw working slowly, a small smile playing around the corners of his mouth.

"But first, let's consider the situation," Dent went on, talking over the mumbling crowd. "Should we give in to this terrorist's demands? Do we really think that he's gonna--"

"You'd rather protect an outlaw vigilante than the lives of citizens?" one of the female reporters asked loudly. Murmurs of agreement resonated through the room. The Joker giggled, the delighted, childish kind where he didn't even open his mouth.

"The Batman is an outlaw," Dent conceded, "but that's not why we're demanding he turn himself in. We're doing it because we're scared. We've been happy to let the Batman clean up our streets for us until now."

"Hear that, boss?" one of the men asked loudly as the room in the television started afresh with mumbles and protestations. "We scared 'em good!"

"Shh, shh, shh, shh…" was all the Joker said. All turned their attention back to Dent and his microphones.

"But the night is darkest just before the dawn," he said seriously, seeming to find eye contact with every individual in the room. "And I promise you, the dawn is coming."

"Ohhh…." the Joker whispered with a chuckle.

"One day, the Batman will have to answer for the laws he's broken, but to us! Not to this madman."

For a second, Jess thought Dent had turned the crowd's opinion. He was a convincing speaker. Then, suddenly, came the cry of "No more dead cops!" and the room at large echoed this opinion. Dent stood at the microphones, looking defeated.

"So be it," he said, walking out from behind the podium. "Take the Batman into custody."

Confusion reverberated throughout the room.

"What?"

"Is he here?"

Even the Twenty looked confused, eyes fixed on the screen. Jess found her heart pounding and her mind screaming.

Don't do it, Bruce, the sane part of her yelled, Don't! We all need you. Even he needs you.

Then, Dent did the most noble thing she'd ever seen.

"I am the Batman," he said.

All the men in the room let out a groan.

"What!"

"Come on!"

"Fuckin' liar…"

It was mostly the same in the conference room. Not a single person believed Harvey Dent but, true to their duty, the police officers arrested him. Jess sighed, half in relief, half in disappointment. She wondered if Dent was out of the picture now.

She looked up at the Joker, who was still staring at the TV as it showed Dent being taken out of the room in cuffs. He had a bemused look on his face but his eyes were fire and he tilted his head at the screen, his tongue working his teeth behind his lips, trying to decide his next course of action. Suddenly, he grinned hugely.

"So…" he said, "That's the way Harvey's gonna play it…" He smacked his lips. "Well, we can play, too…"

"What're we gonna do, J?" Jess asked quietly. Without a word, the Joker went up and flicked off the TV.

"I think…" he said to the room at large, "we oughta pay Dent a little… visit, hmm?" The men around her laughed lowly.

"He should be headin' to county tonight," someone said. The Joker glanced at him with his lids lowered and blinked slowly, as though that was the most obvious thing anyone could have said.

"Yeah…" he said. "Okay, Sanders?" He motioned to a man named Seth sitting on the couch, whose ears positively perked up at the call of his last name. "I want Maroni on the phone," he giggled. "Or the doorstep. I gotta talk to him."

It was incredible to Jess how ten minutes of television in the morning could completely make the agenda for the entire day. With startling abruptness, everyone was busy, having been given orders from so and so who had received them from thus and so who had spoken privately with the boss and so on. The Joker himself was noticeably absent from any room Jess entered and she only wondered what he was doing, as he seemed not to be in the building. Perhaps conversing with Maroni...

Sometimes as many as five men would disappear at a time, and come back an hour later smelling of gasoline or holding garbage bags full of explosives, crates of guns, or cans of spray paint.

At around one in the afternoon, an enormous semi with the words "Laughter is the Best Medicine" and a merry-go-round painted on the side arrived in the back lot of the theater, driven by an older man with a calm yet apathetic look in his eye, as though the lot of them could be murdered and he'd simply smile serenely and drive away.

Jess didn't like him from the first.

Moments later, up pulled, of all things, a garbage truck. Ten of the men, along with Jess, gathered outside near the vehicles, waiting for orders from the boss. Jess wondered what the hell they had planned for these.

But, she supposed, that didn't really matter right now, did it? As it had been for the past few weeks, Jess was simply along for the ride, hanging on as hard as she could so as not to fall off. The men began conversing, deciding that the semi driver should retain his post since none of them felt they could safely handle a sixteen wheeler, and giving the job of driving the garbage truck to Boris, who used to be a garbage man before being convicted for grand theft auto.

Jess tried to ask a few of them what they were doing, but they just smiled at her and told her to hang tight or start loading the semi with the various weapons and explosives. So, she wandered about aimlessly after tossing in a few bags of dynamite to the dirty floor in the back compartment of the vehicle, a metal box so tall and long that she was fairly sure the entire Twenty could fit back there and still have room to spread their arms and relax.

Weapons and dynamite crates started to pile up along the walls and Jess soon came to be part of a loosely organized conveyor system to load the rest of them. She stood in the bed of the semi and crates and boxes were handed up to her by a few men below. She immediately took and stacked the crates with those of like kinds--dynamite with dynamite, guns with guns, ammo with ammo. At one point, a man handed her a very long, tall metal case, which she dragged to the gun area and opened to satisfy her curiosity.

"Oh!" she said lightly upon seeing the weapon inside. "A bazooka."

She gingerly closed the case and left it sitting on the ground, then jumped out of the vehicle and walked up to Josh, who was idly spraying "HAHAHA" with red spray paint onto the side of the semi.

"Did you know we have a bazooka?" Jess asked, forcing her tone to take on a sort of conversational air.

She didn't know why, but that thing had seriously shaken her. What the hell was the Joker planning to do with a bazooka? And what kind of huge weaponry was in the cases she hadn't opened?!

Josh turned to look at her curiously.

"Do we?" he said. "Huh."

Jess was decidedly dissatisfied by his reaction but aware of the hint that needed to be taken: the fewer questions, the better. She was sure all of the answers would come at some point, and those that didn't were probably better left alone.

Jess grumbled and picked up a can of green paint from where it had been thrown on the ground, then examined the wall of the semi for something she could put her own creative touch to.

The answer came suddenly, and so did her huge grin. Jess ran and dragged over a box so she could stand on it, reaching higher up the wall of the truck, then painted a huge green "S" just in front of the word "Laughter." She jumped down giggling, thinking it original and clever. Josh backed away, examining her work.

"Slaughter is the best medicine," he read, and laughed too. "You're wicked, kiddo."

Jess's smile faltered for a moment--not even she was sure why--but she made an exaggerated swooping bow.

"Thanks!" she said, and jumped down from her stand, only cringing for a moment when her shoulder gave a cry of concern, then bounding away into the theater again.

She felt giddiness take over, a reckless flying sensation that seemed to be coming more and more often and very suddenly. When she really thought about her situation, there was nothing to be giddy about. In fact, it sort of sucked. Perhaps it was her mind's defense mechanism.

Whatever it was, she was glad for it. She liked feeling like the Jesster, like nothing could hurt her, like she ruled the world. And why not feel that way, especially when the rest of the time you have a sinking feeling in your gut? She deserved it.

The happiness didn't even fade when she saw Billy coming down the hall, his recovering arm in a heavy sling, in the other holding a box of what could only be dynamite and the keys to one of the vans.

"Billy!" she exclaimed, and ran up to hug him, doing so as an attempt to convince the both of them that everything was alright between them. Billy stiffened when she wrapped her arms around him and Jess tried again, giving him a squeeze, her mood already starting to drop as her hope did.

"You okay, Jesster?" he asked when she broke away, a cool look in his green eyes.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Jess said, keeping the smile, hoping it would lighten things. "Look, I'm really sorry about last night. I didn't mean for it to…" Jess stopped, frowning suddenly as what he'd said clicked. "Hold on," she said. "Billy, what the hell? You never call me Jesster."

Billy sighed and put down the box, apparently aware she wasn't going to let him leave.

"Listen," he said, "I'm just addressing the person I'm speaking to."

"Yeah!" Jess said, "And I'm Jessica. Jessica Anderson. You know I hate that fucking nickname!"

"Do you?" Billy asked. "Do you really hate the things you say you do? Or are you just trying to tell yourself that?"

Jess's heart plummeted to the bottom of her gut. This was not how she'd wanted this to go. He was mad.

"I thought you understood…" Jess said. "You said you were okay with my… whatever with the Joker. You said it didn't bother you." Billy was already shaking his head.

"I never once said that," he replied. "Not that it matters to you. Jess, he stabbed you in the fucking shoulder while trying to kill me after our friend died! Do you think that's someone you just… I don't know, fuck around with?! You're not his little girlfriend What's-her-name from in the comic books. You're not that messed up in the head!"

"How do you know what it's like up here?" Jess cried, tears coming to her eyes as she gestured to her mind. "I can't help how I feel, Billy!"

"Oh, it's about feelings now," Billy said. "That's a surprise. Last time it was just about staying alive, about being confused and alone. Apparently now you know exactly how you feel about the Joker. You know, I tried to help you. I tried to make it so that you wouldn't have to resort to him. You could have chosen any of the Twenty at any time to fulfill your little heart."

Jess flinched at every sentence. He spat the word "heart" viciously.

"Especially me, Jess," Billy went on. "Do you realize how hard it was to watch you do this to yourself? Not just to yourself, that's the sick thing. To all of us. We just wanted you to stay who you were before all of this; innocent, adorable, brave…"

"So you lied!" Jess said. "Don't think I've forgotten your lies, Billy! Do you know how huge of a betrayal that was?! And how the hell can you possibly expect me to be the same person I was after all of this?!"

Billy's lips tightened and his eyes went hard. Jess saw the comeback there before he even threw it at her.

"You could have at least tried," he whispered.

Without another word, he picked up his box and walked away. Jess stared after him, mouth agape, not sure whether she was more angry or sad. In any case, tears were spilling almost constantly into her eyes and she wiped them away violently.

He'd abandoned her. He couldn't even stay with her through this.

That couldn't be love.

She sobbed, knowing that she hadn't stayed with him. She'd hurt him, too, and barely thought of it. But did that really constitute suck harsh words? And did he really mean them all? Did that mean they were no longer friends?

Jess couldn't deal with that. She turned on her heel and walked in the opposite direction Billy had, distancing herself from him as best she could, both physically and emotionally. She didn't know what she could possibly do. So why fight?

Jess made her way to the green room.

"Yeah?" the voice answered as soon as she knocked. Jess almost managed a smile at its sound. He was in there. She could bask in him for a while.

She opened the door slowly, considering this an invitation.

"Hey, J," she said gently.

He was over by the window, seemingly his favorite spot, shoulders hunched as he watched the city, tapping his gloved fingers. He didn't turn to her, which usually would have indicated to Jess that he was feeling calm and thoughtful, but the way he held his shoulders, the way his fingers drummed… That was indicative of busyness, or perhaps restlessness. Perhaps even anger.

If it was anger, it wasn't directed at her, that much she knew, so she deemed it safe to approach him. Jess walked up behind the Joker and gently put her hands on his perfect back, pleased by the feeling of silk and cotton over his tensing muscles.

Wait.

Tensing muscles?

In a moment, the Joker had pulled away, almost bristling, and walked, working his jaw tersely, to bend over some papers strewn about a table. Jess frowned after him, wondering what had him so upset. He rifled through the documents one the table, muttering to himself scattered, nonsensical bits of phrases Jess couldn't even begin to piece together.

"See, then it… no, but they wouldn't… the guns aren't… Dent… it's a distraction…"

"J?" Jess asked.

He looked up at the opposite wall at the sound of her voice, his eyes betraying blatant irritation, then he rolled his neck, cracking it.

Jess wasn't sure what to do. More than anything, she wanted him to kiss her, throw her down on the couch, make her forget Billy and what he'd done to her, pay in some way for how she had changed—especially considering that he himself had inflicted and ushered along the transformation! Jess tensed suddenly, anger rising. That was it, wasn't it? He was responsible for all of this. The least he could do was turn and look at her!

"Listen," Jess said, forcing her voice calm. "I don't know what you're thinking or anything, but if you're… I don't know. If you're concerned or upset or something about me, about whatever it is we're doing, then maybe… maybe we can talk about it or something. I mean, I'm lost and I know it would be helpful for me…"

Jess's words faded as the Joker continued to pour over his papers. He wasn't even gracing her with a glance! Mature.

"But you're not really the talking type, are you?" she asked bitterly. "Not unless you're trying to undo a person's sanity, right? I mean, seriously, am I right?"

The Joker was silent, eyebrows furrowed as he read, not reacting to anything she was saying.

"What the hell is it?" Jess cried. "Can you not hear me? Or are you just pointedly ignoring me for whatever reason? What did I do?! I can't remember insulting you in any way, at least not enough to be treated like this after all the shit you've done to me!" That got a reaction, albeit a miniscule one. Somewhere deep in his throat, the Joker giggled.

At that moment, Jess got really, really mad. She'd come here wanting some comfort, any comfort, from the memory of Billy. Billy, who hated her now… because of the Joker!

"Fuck you and your little giggles!" Jess yelled, so beyond caring she couldn't believe it.

The Joker's fingers hadn't even twitched for his knife. He was torturing her in another way now.

"You remember saying I was yours? Well, what will you do when I take myself back, huh? What will you do when this city takes itself back?! Because it will, Joker. The Batman will see to that. I promise you, it won't be yours for long. And you'll lose everything."

The Joker straightened up and turned towards her. Jess stilled. Oh God. Once again, she was relatively sure she was going to die now.

The Joker was wearing a crooked grin and laughing silently. His shoulders shook as he took a few steps forward but his eyes weren't glued to her face and Jess realized he wasn't walking towards her, he was walking past her. He passed close by, close enough that she could feel the air stir and smell his peculiar, delicious smell, but he didn't look at her. Instead, he headed to the door. Jess turned after him, half shocked at her good luck, half disappointed and angry that he hadn't taken the bait.

He was toying with her. She knew that. But what was his motive?

The Joker got to the door and put his hand on the knob, still muttering to himself.

"She certainly seems to think so…" Jess heard him say, before exiting the room and slamming the door behind him, leaving her in darkness as though she hadn't been there at all.

It only took a moment for the predicament to hit her with full force. Jess stumbled back to the couch and sat down upon it, giving herself up to tears.

She wasn't just physically alone. She was completely, totally, utterly alone.

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