Rachel let her hand continue downwards to the bottom of the river, because that's where Danny's hand was, and it was warm and strange and alive. "Well," she said. "I probably wouldn't want your nightmares either," she smiled at him thinly.

Zoe was watching her hands pressed over her mouth. Oh jesus, she thought. Oh fuck. She could probably head home and amend her Rachel file, the bit that said thought her mother deserved to die could probably use a rightly so scribbled after it.

Zoe couldn't believe she was thinking about files when her friend had just told her that her mother tried to kill her and had succeeded in killing her brothers. What a coldhearted fucking bitch she was being. Say something nice she snapped at herself. "How did you survive?" was what came out of her mouth, instead. Oh well done, Zoe. Super compassionate.