Anette crawled into the bed, just curling up. She saw a dead body, yet another person she'd come across saw glowing eyes. The whole fucking day was just screwed up. She wrapped the covers about her as tightly as she could but having difficulty succumbing to sleep. Instead, she found herself staring up at his dingy ceiling, seeing cracks in it and stains from the apartment above. She sighed, the sounds of the city just beyond the dirty glass. Would she ever be or feel normal? Was she ever normal to begin with?