She left him standing for a while.

That was part of it — the waiting, the not knowing, the specific suspension of someone who had given up control and was existing entirely in the present moment because the present moment was all there was when you couldn't see and couldn't move and didn't know what was coming next.

She moved around the room quietly. She was not doing anything in particular. She was letting him hear her — her footsteps, the soft sounds of her moving — and not knowing where she was or what she was doing and she watched his head track the sounds and his jaw work...