Helena slowly lifted her head. She was sitting in a large, comfortable chair in the living room, and had done so for the past few hours. If you didn't look closely, it would appear that an open book was hovering just above the seat, when in reality it was lying in Helena's lap. She had been reading since midnight.<br/><br/>It was the zombie who had disturbed her piece and quiet. He looked unusually gloomy as he tore open the plastic. Helena wrinkled her nose. She might not have eaten for a century, but she still found the habit of eating uncooked meat rather disgusting. She raised an eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Are we out of brains yet again?" she asked Clay.