She puts on the helmet. There's a moment of giddiness then...

Walking along a street with another woman... a lover...

The feeling of magic (magic?) crackling around her, seductive and dangerous...

Monsters...

Dancing and singing in a park on a perfect spring day...

The velvet caress of skin on skin...

Disappointment and betrayal, love turned sour...

Unhappiness, pain, and gradual reconciliation, a night of passion...

Blood on Willow's shirt, then darkness.

She re-reads Reincarnation Inc's marketing proposal, ticks the "Application denied" box, notes "unacceptable risk of mental and psychic stress", signs "Anderson, Psi-Div".

Later she'll weep for another lost love.