10:50 her radio alarm clock flickered.
  "She goes to class, I guess," says Vanity, running a finger along her books, Physical Science, Lady Chatterly's Lover, Course Catalog. Barry had bought her the Lawrence to inspire her before the trip to the reservoir. As he stared again into the collage, trying to get the image right, the door opened, pulling him back into the room. He was almost in the picture, safe.
  Around her book bag, a scrap of her old grey uniform, now a bandana. Her hair was longer, no bangs.