However, a small voice in my head keeps whispering to me that I'm actually the only person I'm allowed to be angry with. After all, it wasn't Granger who implanted these disturbing images and thoughts into my mind. I'm the only one responsible for their existence. And if I had heeded Blaise's warnings during my first few weeks at Camp Black, I wouldn't have to deal with them now, right? Or would Granger's metaphorical river have carried me away anyway? Am I her driftwood whether I want to or not?