Caitlin tried to turn her head again. She tried so hard she hurt herself. Or rather, she tried so hard that it hurt. But that didn't make much of a difference considering she hurt everywhere. Well, it felt like everywhere. She was really only aware of the fact that she was in pain, not anything more specific than that. She might have had broken bones, she might have had cuts down to the bone, she might have had nothing more than a few scratches. She didn't really know. All she was aware of was that there was a lot of pain.
"What happened?" To be honest Caitlin wasn't really sure what she was asking. She vaguely remembered the car accident. She remembered driving home with Roger. She remembered the other car running a red light. She remembered bits and pieces of the last few moments. It just didn't really click in her head that she'd been in a car accident, that all this pain and blood was because she'd been tossed around in a large hunk of metal.
But that wasn't really what she was asking. Or not what she was intending to ask anyway. Somewhere in the back of her mind Caitlin realized that Peter hadn't been around for months. That he had deserted her in the future. And now she was here. Her mind, as jumbled and fuzzy as it was, was trying to make sense of that. Trying to figure out how to reconcile what she knew to be true to what was happening right now. It was just having a hard time connecting.