When Kamala wasn't at Jess's house upon her return, she feared the worst. She ran to the lake, where some people were still being dragged out sputtering, but didn't find her there. She couldn't have escaped their notice if she followed the water's call. Someone would have fished her out. She asks around until she gets a yes, a girl matching that description was seen sopping wet by someone as they made their way to the lake. Then Jess goes home hoping Kamala isn't there, relieved to find she isn't. She drinks and watches the network for casualty reports, staying up until 6AM before falling asleep with her head on her iWatch.

She sleeps through the afternoon and into the early evening, more fitful as the hours go on. Eventually she pushes herself upright and awake, drinks an entire glass of water, drinks a small glass of moonshine and goes wandering into town. Frank will be able to console her through the alienation from her own instincts. The near-death part too. But he can't apologize for Jess failing to look after her properly. And won't, thank god. She drifts to their house scenically slow, liquor settling in her stomach, the initial harsh buzz gradually dulling. She knocks three times with the knuckle of one finger, willing them not to answer despite the lights she can see on inside.