Alice stepped outside of the bathroom. In a haze, she fumbled into her pockets, pulled out the pack of cigarettes and the stupid lighter she had taken from Joseph with the little Shrek jpeg on it. She started fiddling with it, trying to get it to light, her hands trembling terribly.

Joseph was there. She could see his car from here. He was sitting behind the wheel, staring directly at her.

She could read his lips: “What the fuck!” He was gesturing at her. Probably upset that she was wasting his time. Oh, he was flipping her off. But he was behind glass, and she was smoking now.

She began to imagine hands reaching for her face and cutting her eye open.

She imagined traversing an enormous field, with a floor patterned with ocular anatomy.

All of this was giving her a headache.