"I lived in two worlds," Allison says, words a bit muffled as she turns toward the stream to wash her face. "One where I called the shots, and one where I... lived for the thrill of not knowing what came next. It made me feel invincible every time I pulled off something dangerous. Adrenaline rush, I guess."

Keyword there: feel. Because she sure as shit was not invincible.

She gives her hair a final rinse, turns off the water and for a moment the silence is jarring. Only the drip-drip of faucets accompanies Allison's realization that she has just given a very decent amount of herself away. Her reflexes are slipping.