Savannah had been spacing out again. It was alarming how easily her mind turned to that, to picking a fixed point and just becoming lost. Savannah had once joked that she didn't have enough thoughts to become lost in, but those days seemed far away now. Even a laugh seemed far away from her present state of self-pity and grief.
The voice startled Savannah out of her reverie. It was impossible to say where had thoughts had even been at that moment. That was the most alarming thing of all: she could never recall where it was she had been when spacing out. Perhaps she just didn't want to recall what she had been thinking about. It probably wasn't fluffy bunnies or dandelions.
"What?" Savannah had missed every word. After a steady blink of her red eyes, she lowered her attention to her lap. "Sorry. I was just leaving."
She scooted to the edge of the chair, then pushed herself to her feet with an audible intake of breath as her sprained ankle shot pain through her leg.