#7

When she thought about them (which was as little as she could), she found herself running through the same possibilities, torturing herself with the same unanswerable questions.  Were they sleeping, lying in dreamless black like she was meant to be?  Were they dead, from a failure worse than hers?  Or were they frozen, trapped in identical agony, wondering the same things about her?  There were, of course, no answers.  Around and around she went.