The walk back to Ferndale was full of awkward silence and short bursts of conversation as the woman who had just come back to life tried to make sense of everything that was happening to her. She would stop every few steps to look at a flower or touch the bark of a tree, amazed by how things felt and looked that most people didn't think about.
She kept saying, "It's all too much."
"I can feel everything. Everything has weight and presence."
Felix walked next to her, still wet from the lake and looking like a miracle had hit him in the head. He kept looking at her like he was afraid she would disappear if he didn't look at her for too long.
As they reached the top of the last hill that looked down on Ferndale, Greg said, "We should probably come up with a name for you."
"I can't keep calling you 'the woman who used to be a doll.'"
She stopped and tilted her head as if she were thinking. "A name. Yes, that sounds like it matters."
