Her thoughts drift.

What was she doing when the world ended?

Looking.

Looking for Daddy because he was gone.

Missing.

Kidnapped probably,

If not for the note,

Saying not to worry.

One five dollar bill.

Worthless.

The neighbors weren't in the houses,

Just the street,

Running crazy.

What's wrong?

What's so bad?

Everything.

The sun was setting,

Too fast,

You could see it moving.

Fear,

She must have fainted.

Then eyes are opened,

But she still couldn't see.

And here.

How long has it been?

Years?

Centuries?

Minutes?

Calista hates it.

She can't control anything here.

And when she's frusterated,

She has to calm herself down.

Think happy thoughts,

Good memories.

But those make her sad.

Those shatter her sanity,

At the unfairness of it all.

Right now,

The only thing keeping her,

Is the hand,

Placed on her face.

She has grown to love that hand,

Whoever it belongs to.