Her eyes followed the knife in his hands as it clattered on the floor beside her. She stared at it for a moment, heart still racing even as some semblance of reality was slowly returning. It's the wrong knife. She reached out a still shaking hand, and as her hand tightened around the handle the shaking started to subside. After another few moments she looked at him, and slowly recognition formed in her eyes. She glanced around again, beginning to realize where she was, and then looked back at him. "Scotty?"