Yolanda held the rag to her head, pulling it back briefly to look at how heavily she was bleeding. Her own blood had always sort of fascinated her; she knew it only came about when there was an injury, and knew that pain should be there, too. Sometimes, ludicrously, she wished to experience pain, just once.

Placing the rag back to her head, she contemplated Daniel's question. 
"I don't know if there's a reason, but you can see the connection, can't you?" She used her other hand to gesture to her head. "We both got hit on the head and we could suddenly see them. I don't know what that means, but it can't be just a coincidence."