She fell to the ground in the middle of a fast food restaurant. Her parents slumped over her, cooing in distress. She was frozen in syncope. Her eyes stayed open with a look of pure terror. Minutes passed and she did not move. I believe she could hear, though perhaps sound was deadened by her mental state. I believe she could see, but how one sees in a dream.
I watched as others gathered, fixed on her petrified face. Each person looking to the next and hoping that someone could help. Nobody knew what to do. She remained still as I walked out the door.