Tracey marveled at how she felt.
Her horror so extreme, her fear so intense, she felt as if somehow nothing was real.
It's how it feels, she thought, for victims. It feels unreal. Like when you fall off a high place to certain death. Those few moments... You know it’s real, it’s truly happening, but it’s just so beyond experience that it feels unreal. You understand you’ll soon die, but it can’t be happening... can it?
as if watching a film
as it turned its attention from the burning flesh lying on the floor back to its mother