Consciousness fades back in as I'm in mid-sip of a drink of water. I'm sitting up against the wall, my hands still cuffed behind my back, and Yvonne is helping me drink.

"Sorry," I say.

"It's all right," she lies. "Maybe I shouldn't have left you alone like that."

"You had no reason to think I'd..."

I take a great gulp of the water. My head is pounding, and my throat is very dry.

"I'm not really sure what came over me," I say. "I've had some bad nights, ...