[There's a short silence. Then Hayley clicks over to video. She's pale, with dark circles under her eyes, looking exhausted and still nervous and afraid. There's a weariness there beyond the physical, a fatigue of just being alive and social.]

I'm not alright. [She replies quietly, clearly exasperated with admitting even that much.] That's pretty obvious. But there's nothing to do about it. Don't you get that? I don't remember anything and no one else knew, except you and Tony, and nothing's happening. Of course I'll do something, but..

[She grimaces, too tired to hide the expression entirely.] I was powerless.

[Hayley knows that's all she needs to say for him to understand. Powerless to prevent it from happening again, powerless to make it stop. It's one thing to be powerless as a child, but another to be powerless again as an adolescent.]