dizmo | Last one of the day, maybe. If you wanna know what I'm talking about, you can ask...

She sat in her room, staring idly at the wall, just what she'd been doing for the last minute, second, hour, she wasn't sure. It could have been a day. If anyone had been there, they might have been concerned. As it was, there was nobody present to witness, and that was just as she preferred it. Everyone on the station had their own lives and she had no idea how even her very presence there was influencing things. She wanted as little influence as possible, lest she irrevocably damage the future. But knowing the hard road to that future made it difficult. Almost unbearably so, at times. So she sat, and she stared.