Stavanger Bay (fall in, fall out, fall along)

The sound of Doe’s voice keeps her attention, even though she does not answer. She does not fight or welcome the grooming and she allows herself to be manipulated when need be. There is a void that she cannot explain or put into words while her mind works, thinking back into what memories she did have and sort through them as best as she can. She goes back before this, before he puppies, before the drop. The constricting feeling in the back of her throat makes it difficult to take an even breath and her body shudders through one she can’t hold in any longer.
 
“Where?” she asks, quietly, and for a moment she isn’t sure it was loud enough. “Where do I come from?”