Addison woke suddenly, a cry echoing in the room around her. She covered her mouth with her good hand when she realized the broken sound had come from her own lips. She'd been dreaming that she was drowning in that damn river in the park, struggling to surface, but constantly swimming down toward the bottom. At the bottom of the river, Erica was waiting for her, laughing and screaming, waving her arms at Addison, her fingertips topped by razorblades. A kaleidoscope of red and pink ...