The sound of shattering glass was her mind; it was her body; it was her heart; her heart; her heart. Donnovan's blood stained face; his limp hands; his empty eyes. Her mouth tried to form the words, his name. All that she had felt rose up in her like a crashing sea wave on ice. The sharp coppery blood scent burnt her throat and all she got out was a choked 'n-no.'