Trauma dissociation feels like in movies about submarines under attack when they lock off sections to contain the water pouring in. Lock off the prefrontal cortex first, for pete’s sake. That’s where so much shit goes on. Too many electricals & classified data. Lock it all down to life support only. Someone shut the damn amygdala off or it’ll take us all out. Give it nothing to connect to. “But Harry’s still in there!” “Shut it!”

Poor Harry. (Redshirt, obvs.)