That thought, that name, eased her out of her reverie. Once again she felt the pain at the center of each hand, and around her head, and through her feet, and in her chest. She was able to reason again, though she only had time for one thought. Fortunately, that thought was, "If I step to the side, it will pass right by me." So she slid along the slat she was on and could now see a pillar next to her, which seemed the safest place to stand.
It seemed to Dahlia like God, rubbing His back against a tree. But now that she was thinking again she thought, "That's the 4 train."