““...she is living on the outskirts of a precious world that is slipping away. On the other side of this window, events take their course and there is no stopping them, no way of affecting their inherent logic. Each second, each moment, unfolds for the first and last time. The process cannot be reversed, cannot be copied or backed up. The windowpane has misted over from [her] breath. The outside world gradually recedes, and reality seems more and more a relative thing.””
