And she just stands there, bare legs, one of Danny's t-shirts and she stares at the bat in the bed. She doesn't really remember everything that happened that night, other than Hellie's dizzying strength slipping through her, the heft of the bat in her hands.

"I don't...I don't know," she says, taking a reflexively step away from him, towards the bat. "Just don't...don't fucking touch it."