The flashing red and blue lights were a strong indicator that perhaps I should get up and run instead of letting Mary drag me through the parking lot, but I couldn't find the will. I woke up to her weeping silhoette at the edge of the bed and thought it strange how beautiful she looked. When she saw that my eyes were open and that I was cognizant of where I was, she slapped me. My cheek burned and the slap echoed in my head several times before passing out again. She wasn't crying when I opened my eyes the next time, so we just layed there saying nothing as daylight filled the room.