She sits in darkness. Everything good in her life is now gone. She is all alone. Truthfully she is never alone; the faces of ghosts are always with her. But even with them, she has never felt so alone. She looks down at her SIG. The normal routine of cleaning it to calm her, no longer has the same effect. Now it has the opposite.

Alone in an apartment much too big for her, she has finally come to peace with what she has to do. There are only two options, either she does it, or someone else will.