Amy doesn’t care about the tea or stained pantlegs. She feels so weak, so completely enervated, so distant from everything-— including her own body—it’s scary. Why can’t she move? Is she having a stroke? some sort of cerebral seizure? She needs help. She needs help and she struggles to get a plea, a cry, anything out through her mouth, but nothing comes, nothing but a vague moan, formed by unresponsive lips and lungs that seem all but empty of air.