Josephine smiled and sighed softly, laying her head against the wall and tucking her legs to the side. Her heart had regained a bit of hope, this it was still paralyzed from the traumatic experience earlier that day. At least Raoul was alive and breathing, still able to have the strength to defend her. It could get worse, but she was sure that earlier had been the worst for her, and for Raoul; his horror and pain was equal to hers. Things got worse before they got better. It was not a smooth trail from here, she knew, but it would get better. They would survive and be free.