A tiny shaft of light broke free of the tightly drawn drapes, reaching out to the heap of comforters in which she hid. Sydney simply buried herself deeper, shutting out the light as if it didn't exist. She shut everything out as if nothing existed, as if she didn't. Time ceased to exist, hunger ceased to knaw at her. Sydney simply waited. She knew it wouldn't be long now, and she would finally get what she desperately wanted. After all, she did deserve to die, didn't she?