At night, Ellie can still hear the strains of 60s music, can still feel the alcohol heating her blood, can still see hints of yellow and blond in the corners of her dreams. Sometimes, she smashes all the mirrors in those dreams and reaches through the broken glass, ignoring the way the jagged edges slice her skin. A time will come, she thinks, when she will reach far enough to grab hold — and maybe (maybe) she will finally pull Sandie into a brighter future.