Char has moved past simple remembering of odd things about the accident; at 2 am she flinched out of another nightmare with every single detail right there in front of her. She remembers the sound of the truck plowing into her car, the crunch of metal and shattering of glass, searing pain, seeing the front end of the truck that hit her just inches away from her head, tasting blood, and sheer terror that the hissing she could hear meant the car was going to explode before anyone could get her out. She remembers hearing voices around her, the sound of someone pounding away what was left of the driver's side window, the grunts of physical stress of someone trying to pull her door open and the squeal when it finally gave way; she can feel the agony of being pulled out of the car and dragged to a distance someone uttered was "safe enough."

She can see it all in her head, through half closed eyes clouded with blood and terror, and she can't get away from it. So now, now she needs to see someone, because I can't fix this and she can't live with it.