"Yeah," says Alex, picking at a shread of tobacco on her lip. It's easier if she doesn't look at him while she tells him about this, she finds. She's never really gotten over listening to Mira talk about it in hushed tones, make it the reason she was suddenly 'acting out', like she hadn't been screaming for help her whole life. "Kids suck. I made the mistake of trying to tell my friend -- my only friend, really -- about what really happened. About what I could see, what he did to me, but..." She shrugs. "She just, like, ran from me and told everyone, I guess. That was how I met Mosh. How I ended up in her crowd."