She made it again.

Devon's body still wasn't moving. Her head was buried. Her knees were locked in place. But still, that sound.

I slid off my stool and stepped a little closer. It clearly was a word, I could tell. She was repeating it, like a whispered mantra, over and over again. I stood as close as I felt was appropriate without breaking the rules. Leaned my ear over.

"no," Devon said. She repeated it. "no."

"Devon?" I asked.

The words became faster. Starting spilling out. "No no no no no no." A fountain of little syllables poured out of her. Getting faster. Louder.

"No," Devin said, "No. NO!...