Rachel dragged her hands over her hair. "Everything," she said, keeping her hands linked around the back of her neck. "Just - oh god it's exactly what my mother used to do, you know? That's one of the things I remember about her... She'd obsess about different ways to die - surprise ways. Like sinkholes? Sinkholes that just open up underneath houses, or once this whole suburb sank somewhere in Brazil, I think, this whole suburb sank and she was terrified that it was going to happen to us, and so I was terrified too. That's what my brain's doing... this voice in my head telling me all the ways I might die and I can't make it stop."