She sat in the cold, wondering just what she should do with her life. As it unravels bit by bit, exposing her naked self to the truth of the world after spending her hours and lives wrapped in a symphony of cocooned pale white, she finds herself unable to think. To feel. What has she become, and how did it happen, when did it start, what did she do to warrant these events? The room is in a spin as it closes down upon her, urging her not to speak but instead scream her sorrows and heartbreak. As the world begins to renew in time for another day, she sits in the cold, numb. What now?