"The joints, too, probably, but I can do a little weed when my head's on straight." Not now, definitely not without Danny, but that's a conversation for another day. She rubs the tip of her nose with her fingers. "He dreamed the pills new each time, but the tin regenerates."

Once she's standing in front of the toilet, Alex hesitates for a second. It would be so easy to slip back into being who she was before Darrow, before Lethe, before Daniel Arlington, before he daughter. It would be so easy to just take enough to slip under for a while. It's a pattern she knows. It's a person that she knows how to be.

She upends the tin, and watches everything hit the water.