Lips. They open and say nothing, giggling instead.

Then a brain fuzziness.

Then nothing.

Then a bed and her brain is foggy and she has a migraine.

His breath smells of alcohol, wafting into her face from the right.

Then she notices a bit of dry blood on the sheet below her and between her thighs.

Then running.

Then chasing.

Then screaming.

Then police.

Finally, crying.