There was too much to forget.
A phrase rang in her head. Ephemeral fluctuations. From a science book she had found in the library. A way to describe water before it came to a boiling point. At a critical point, water cannot decide whether it is liquid or gas. It fluctuates wildly between the two states until something nudges it out of its instability. The slightest breath or movement can force it into one state or another.
The room filled with a watery light. She waded slowly through the room towards the door.
None of this was of her making, this accumulation of losses.