The blue rimmed eyes just watched up into the skies. All while the echo in her head did its turn once more, whispering her name. "What is your deal? Why do you keep calling me like that?" she mumbled to herself in a wondering question. Almost as if she wanted to communicate with the voice that whispered to her. The magazine that contained her years awaited interview just laid down on the table and would be resting there until it would be picked up again.