Adele had been in a dark, silent place, but now she realised she could hear voices. She was beginning to recognise words and see vague images. There was a group of people milling around, but no one was paying any attention to her. Or rather they were, but not to what she was trying to tell them.
One of them said: ‘I’ve never seen so much blood.’
Her colleague replied: ‘Looks like an abattoir.’ He made a noise that sounded like a chuckle, quickly stifled at a sharp word from a senior colleague.
Adele felt a bit cross at being ignored. They needed to hear her evidence.
From her vantage point above she could see the whole room; the huddle of uniforms around the zipped body bag, the clothes thrown on the floor. Had she really been so untidy?
It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered any more. Adele’s carefree spirit floated away leaving her body and the blood-soaked scene behind.