I'm not exactly sure what I'd do, you know, but something interesting - something that's all mine. Something that would make some kind of differense, inte world. I'll never be able to do anything important, if I stay in here like this. I expect I'd better run away.

Disconnected thoughts present themselves one by one, as if they had been waiting their turn in line.

Did she discover the wings? .... She'd always wished she had....