Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling.

“I don’t know much about the world, but I do know one thing for sure. If I’m pes…”

“It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring an…”

“If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price.”

“I'd made it back to the land of the living. No matter how boring or mediocre a …”