She sits on her bed, with chaos lurking outside her bedroom door.
Asking herself what she should draw next.
She feels the clock ticking down the time she has left in her world before she is forced into her role as a Quiet One again.
As the seconds tick by, she feels an odd sense of calm when she notices the next source for her latest work.
She questions how she will capture the inspiration purring in her lap when time finally runs out and she's forced to be a Quiet One once again