The realisation hit her square in the face, like a ton of bricks with no mercy. Her hands trembled where they where folded neatly in her lap, and the sharp prickle of tears threatened to spill down her heated cheeks. She looked around the room slowly, scanning the doorframe as though trying to summon her twenty-one-year-old self, but nobody came.

On the wall in front of her, a circular clock sat ticking, each minute going by faster and faster and she prayed somebody would show up. 

Nobody did.