The day had hit her very hard. Past the energy expended to keep her feelings in check - which just turned out to be wasted, because they came out<em>anyway</em>- and said confession, Yang just wanted to sleep for days. She pulled herself out of the couch to turn off the television and pull out the DVD, placing it back in it's little slot. Once that arduous task was complete, she stretched out on the couch and shut her eyes.<br/><br/>Though she would not remember them when she woke up, her dreams that night were filled with experiences she was certain were not her own. Images - flashes, really - would dance about her mind's eye all night, playing havoc with her memories.