A single fencing strip illuminated by an overhead spotlight. This is the stage in her mind where every move is rehearsed--where her practice has made her perfect. Every point of every bout played out over and over again. Two steps ahead. Three steps. Her inner dialogue: "Step here, and I lose. Move there, then there... no good." It's a high speed chess match that Lee can see better than anyone. "There it is. An opening. Under, over, then, flick... I win." Deep breath. And she thinks, "But it's so much more than my victory."