It’s the 25th year reunion of WHS, you begrudgingly attend after having cut contact with the other yellow-jacket survivors after the rescue. Until now. You’re sat, drink in hand, red dress on and out of anyone. Shauna approaches you. You feel yourself shudder as repressed memories flood your mind and hot tears prickle the back of your eyes, she sits down next to you wordlessly and pats your shoulder. Her familiar brown eyes meet yours. “Um..Good to, uh, see you.” She offers a tight smile.