Ira stands pitiful in the kitchen. Instead of picking up a knife she stumbles back and sits on a chair. She can feel her mind feeling out the space, like each knot of her brain is unraveling and searching out the point of view of something else, to escape her own present. To find a comfortable place to nest.
And that's how she discovers the why of her own mind. What remains a mystery is the mustard of their minds together.
"No." She says soft like.
"I want to go..." Ira is scared, a flicker of Julie. She wants to get up but she doesn't.