The soft, steady buzz of tattoo needles echoes in the distance. A pregnant Ally Burke leans against the wall in the hallway and slowly slides herself down to sit. She sighs deeply and closes her eyes - she just needs a minute.Was it all worth it? Did the event actually work to raise awareness? Why did I wear these shoes? she asks herself.Burke tries to quiet her mind, but it's like a pinball machine with an unlimited supply of free turns.