[ Time is strange for Martha, who seems to experience it back to front, front to back and in starts and stops. Sometimes she's in the rent-a-car with Cooper and sometimes she's back in that barn in the mountains, her face pressed into some natty bit of carpet and the tips of her fingers and toes all numb and sometimes she's watching blood pool on a hardwood floor and sometimes—
Once, she'd woken from a daydream with a start and found herself in a hotel instead, the road long behind them for the day, and Cooper shaking her awake. Martha had broken the bedside lamp after that, having brought it up and against the side of Cooper's face and sometimes, when she looks at him, she thinks she can still make out the bruise. (I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry—)
Martha's silent for a while. ]
Are we far? [ She doesn't clarify from what or from whom. (She shouldn't have to.) ]
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Once, she'd woken from a daydream with a start and found herself in a hotel instead, the road long behind them for the day, and Cooper shaking her awake. Martha had broken the bedside lamp after that, having brought it up and against the side of Cooper's face and sometimes, when she looks at him, she thinks she can still make out the bruise. (I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry—)
Martha's silent for a while. ]
Are we far? [ She doesn't clarify from what or from whom. (She shouldn't have to.) ]