But did you know who you were...? -- the question died on her lips. It didn't seem to fair to ask. After all, such a reality was still very harsh. Harsher, one might easily argue, than all these loud changes to their core personalities. Harsher because you couldn't simply pretend that being deprived of sleep was you not being yourself.

Her steps sped up.

"Maybe the third time'll be the charm..."