Aly's bent over the sink when he comes in. Her hands are washed clean of the blood - mostly. There's still crust where it had dried around the edges, and there's some under her fingernails. She's shaking, and tears are making tracks down her face, mingling with the blood around her mouth and chin.

"I can't let it come off," she whispers. "I need to...this needs to be a reminder of what I did, because if I let it come off, I'll forget how I failed!" The last word upscales to a scream.