The digital red clock reads three o’clock, but the blinds are drawn and the room is dark and gray and quiet. The walls of the room are white and undecorated. Elsa is lying in bed with her back to the window and there are tear tracks running down her face. She is thinking about far away places and far away people—so far away that she will never get to them again. Ever. She is tired. She is too exhausted to be sad. There is effort in everything that she thinks, and she does not even have the effort to think about thinking about them. Nearby, a machine on the nightstand clicks and after a moment she hears Jason’s voice.

Jason: Hi, it’s me. Uh. Jason. Just—well, just calling to check in? Not, you know, check up on you or anything—it’s just been a while. I was just wondering what’s up? Anyway I hope you’re having fun and I’ll talk to you soon.”

Then silence and she closes her eyes as giant tears cascade down her face.