I don't think either of us need to see anything new to leave a mark. It's not like normal remembering.

[In the confines of one's own mind is one thing. Memories can be pushed away, and were subject to so much in the waking mind. Time, distance...things fade a bit or alter subtly.

This is different, as far as Nadine knows. She'd been there, watching herself, no hazy fuzz of time or shifting of memory to soften it. The shock of seeing what had really happened, as opposed to how she remembered it - not nearly as frightening, not nearly as hostile - had been more than enough to upset her.

When Julie holds out her hand, she's glad. Not that she advocates using substances to deal with stress or upset, but...Julie's already been going through such a difficult time. Now this is happening... The woman needs a good night's sleep.]

Maybe we can just sleep through the whole thing.

[It's only partially a joke as Nadine hands over the little bottle...not quite carefully enough, and her fingertips make contact with Julie's hand.]