Things have been very strange lately. Beth has tried everything she can to deal with the influx of memories she'd received not all that long ago and she's moving through her life, doing her daily activities, living much in the same way she was before, but her heart isn't in it. Too often she recalls the sound of the shot ringing out. Too often she sees Dawn's face, feels the pain of the bullet. Too often she thinks of Gorman and can't think of anything else except what he would have done to her if she hadn't fought back.

She feels like she's a ghost, which is fitting, given everything she's remembered.

But when she sees Nate, when she hears him, it isn't as hard as she would have expected to push all that aside and go running to him. He had been there for her, after all, in the worst moments of her life, and she would do anything for him in return.

"Nate," she says when she's near enough, watching him with concern. She drops to her knees as well, reaching out to touch his arm gently. "What's wrong? What's goin' on?"