Jane, or Felicity, or whatever else they might decide to call her, listened carefully to everything the two women said, though little of it resonated. The names meant nothing, and the other terms--prosecutors, cops, Los Angeles--were just as foreign as her surroundings. It would be a long fog.

The unexpected motion to Lana's shoulders caught her eye. Was she cold? It was the only thing she could think of, despite not feeling the chill herself. Nothing she could see seemed likely to trigger feelings of revulsion or fear. Lana's voice seemed to carry a different tone than before.

Without a word her gaze moved to Bella. She seemed the younger of the two women, but she was the one who suggested their destination. It was up to them to decide; how could the girl make any decisions, ignorant as she was?