She stumbled along the wall, one hand pressed over her eye. She was sobbing but she didn't care.

"Why are you doing this?" she cried.

He reached for her. She jerked away.

"What...I don't..." he fumbled for words. "Talk to me."

She moaned and lurched further down the corridor. "No! Please...just leave me alone!"

"I can't, not until you tell me what's wrong," he said, stretching out to her again. She physically threw herself away from him, tripped, and crashed to the floor. He was there in a heartbeat, checking her for injuries, helping her to her feet.

She shivered and moaned at his touch. "Please..."

Sensing that this was not the time, he let her haul herself upright and continue her haphazard journey unaided. "Talk to me," he tried again.

"No! Just...just go! Please! Leave me alone!" She swiped the air, as though this would frighten him off.

"I don't understand..." he said helplessly.

"I don't want you to!" she sobbed. "I just want...I just want you gone. It's your fault and I need you..."

"Yes?" he asked, moving closer. "You need me?"

"I need you to leave!" she cried near-hysterically. "It's your fault!"

He spread his hands in exasperation "What's my fault?"

"Everything!" she almost shrieked. "You don't know what I've seen, the things I did, the things they did. I..." She broke off shaking her head, the memories apparently overwhelming her.

"Who?" he demanded. "Who did things? What did they do?" Her head rocked like a reed in the breeze and the tears continued to roll. "Tell me!" He moved towards her, wanting to shake the truth from her.

"Don't!" she screamed, shoving him back. "Don't touch me! Don't even look at me!"

He simply stood there, gazing at her. "Why?" he asked her. "Just tell me why and I'll go."

"Because I can't stand it," she whispered.

He was mystified. "Can't stand what?" ."I can't stand having you around me."

"Why?" he asked, hoping the ideas flitting around his head were wrong. "I love you."

"But I don't love you!" she screa