Lorna was still shaking, the sitting room which she was in smelled so much like ozone and in her hypersensitive state the lingering free-electricity in the air was driving her nuts. Her head was already pounding too, the first early signs of one of her headaches and this one was going to be a killer one.
At least the sound and flash of gunfire was seeming to die down. Or maybe it was all part of a trick played by the pain and now the guilt. While no one else might ever know there was another girl in the room with her, she knew. She would always know.
Another wave of pain made her dizzy as she sat on the floor and prayed silently.