[She tries to think it's her imagination, but she thinks the walls are slowly turning bloodier, as if the act of bandaging Harry's hand has opened up wounds all over the room itself.

It makes no sense. She stares at one of the walls.]

It's impossible! [She shakes her head to pull herself out of it, maintaining some sense of decorum.] That must be what he's thinking. He isn't thinking about the future. Just about now. Just about not having to face it.