A TV was harmless on an old war movie. It was only the quiet before the storm. Then, Ann picked up the broken broom and wildly swung at the new TV. She was screaming like a madwoman as she took a whack at it. The TV broke on contact. Such a sound broke the calm eye of her violent storm. It was starting again. The dark gate of her subconscious mind had been torn open in a mad rush of violence.

I don't need no arms around me

I don't need no drugs to calm me

I have seen the writing on the wall

Don't think I need anything at all

Everything came back violently. The kisses she and Chris shared, the visions she had of the Vietnam War, Batez Luna’s speeches, Hell Night of ’79, her guest in her suite last night licking her fingers, her going mad and trashing the room afterwards, Mr. Tucker yelling at her, Chris talking to her in Charleston, the playground dad turning her away before leaving, how she saw Chris as a father at times of need, the great fire during Hell Night, Paris screaming out in her fantasies, the maggots on Ann’s flesh in her fantasies, Debbie slowly dying in her fantasies, Batez Luna’s face smirking evilly, the police coming to contain the crowd on Hell Night, Debbie lying dead in the hospital in Ann’s fantasies, Beau’s hand slipping from the phone as he died, Ann dropping the phone in her bed after Paris didn’t pick up, Paris walking up in bed with her new husband, Chris and Ann’s wedding day, Ann getting in bed with Debbie, the shelter in Vietnam being bombed, Hell Night getting worse, Ann slipping down the stone wall in defeat after finding out that Paris had remarried, Chris trying to woo Ann and failing in the process, Paris home alone without Chris at home with her while he tended to Ann. It all just wouldn’t stop and let Ann be!

No don't think I'll need anything at all

All in all it was all just bricks in the wall

All in all you were just bricks in the wall