Alice’s mind shivered like a rung bell, echoes of the note spiraling into the past and future. The void was still there lurking inside her, a singularity waiting to rip and tear. She clenched her hands, both perfect, and willed herself to remember. Who was she? Not this alien creature but a real human being, one with faults and dreams. She remembered her fake plastic hand, both part of her and not, and clung to the memory as if it were a life buoy.