There's absolutely nothing Rita can do for him. For the moment, for twenty-four hours, she doesn't exist as anything more than a body in two pieces, blood leaking until eventually it congeals and her body cools.

It isn't until the next day that she wakes up--back in one piece--and she immediately knows something isn't right. She's cold, she has no heart beat--she's dead. Her heart would freeze for a moment if it hadn't already. Once she makes that realization, she bolts up from her position-

And there's a blood-drenched sheet slipping down to her lap.

What happened? What happened? She doesn't know...

She doesn't know what to do besides numbly look down at the sheet and her pale hands.