"Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality..."

Despite the cold water on her face, and Derf's shouting, Sam didn't stop. She continued in her trance-like state, curls hanging damp and limp around her face, her black t-shirt now clinging to her skin. She didn't even pause to wipe away the drops of water hanging from her nose.

"Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality end the struggle. Expose..."