"Nobody can judge an internal injury by the size of the superficial wound, of the hole."
-Salman Rushdie

A/N: Another fic of doom! Even more so since it's set in the crazy (and not in the good way) 'verse Cliffs of Insanity. Generally, not too fun time; read with 'disturbing content inside' advisement. Partly co-written with broken_circles. Reid is letsdropin

( The TV was on because Mary had been watching it before they left; mute, because Chase had turned the sound down to say 'bye. )