[Libby froze for a moment when she heard the knock, feeling like a criminal caught in some terrible act. She called out something that might have been "it's open."

The inside of her room looked like a hurricane had been through it. Chairs and tables were upended and breakable items had been smashed against the floor and walls. She'd torn the clothes she'd been wearing into pieces while they'd still been on her, and the shreds now littered the floor. She had later pulled on a t-shirt that was much too long and far too big for her; it fell about to her knees and it looked like she was swimming in it. It was a man's shirt, and Hurley had left it behind for her when the time had come for him to go.

She was on the floor, sobbing. Reyes had retreated to the bathroom after she started throwing things.]