The glow ended the moment the thick sent of heaviness entered the room, all basked up with misery on a stern face. A face of steel with no movement of fluidity but grimacing scowls of self pity. All wrapped up in the ‘what if’s’ not a pleasant sight. The melody was lulled and the stench of unwitting silence haunted the atmosphere. Have to go now, she thought, for sanity has left the room and replaced herself with dithering gloom. Not a wonderful vacation. Resistance was futile. The next available flight was her footsteps.