ZARA'S ROOM<br/><br/>She was sitting on the edge of her bed, not a single night spent sleeping on it, and those silly tears just kept on coming behind her palms, falling on her travelling outfit again while Sun was to set soon over the mountains. She tried, she tried hard to tell them the twins are in danger. But all she could reach was making Nurse Rathlyn prefer Riker's company and perhaps wishing hers out of these walls, making her think she was only a panicking chick with a university diploma, for some reason.<br/><em>'Maybe I am... All right, then she can get what she wants...' </em><br/>This way, being just the third one, just a grain of sand in the two's well oiled machine there was no point to stay here any longer. Perhaps she could fight her father's will, yes!, perhaps she could try to get the right to oversee her sister, at court... Perhaps...<br/>But before anything else she had one more thing to do, then to turn her back at Monster Mountain, just like so many other young and enthusiastic professionalists did...<br/><br/><br/><br/>OBSERVATION WINDOW TO BLAINE & ELAINE<br/><br/>Walking up there slowly, like it was her own funeral process Zara placed her palm against the thick window again, all her luggage at her feet, almost untouched, this morning's images returning, picture by picture. She sighed and gave Blaine a caressing look, then to Elaine the same -she was sleeping with an angelic smile, embracing that little peace she had-, swallowing her guilt that their story happened to be short like this finally, that she wasn't bull-headed enough to stay and help the twins despite of their nurse's contempt towards her.<br/><em>'Sorry...'</em>She shook her head just like speaking aloud.<em>'I'm so sorry but I can't do this alone.. I'm not strong enough for that.. But you'll be in good hands, the best hands, I know.. Hey, you future will be bright, better. Don't give up, folks!...' </em><br/>Mysteriously even for herself she sealed her message with a gentle kiss, first at her fingers, then sticking it onto the cold material from her hand.<br/><em>'Goodbye Blaine...'</em><br/>Once again her crystal-blue eyes drank in the figure of the 'subject' of her observation...<br/><em>'Take care, dear...'</em><br/>Mopping the fat teardrops she was about to grab her backpack and leave, her code and the few notes she wrote left in front of the window...<br/>