<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">When he stood, she left her little doll behind and moved past him toward the large double doors. With a simple push from her hand, both doors swung open slowly and she moved into the chilled night air. The snow fell on the far side of the balcony, but the mansion itself stopped it from falling near the doors. Ursula stepped to the side and waited for him to join her. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The night air was cold and as always some part of her wished she could feel that chill. The feeling of goosebumped flesh and a tingle upon exposed flesh. However, that was something that slipped from her grasp a very long time ago. Now she stood, very little in the way of clothing and felt nothing. Just the emptiness of death itself. She shook her head pulling herself out of her own selfish thoughts. She allowed herself to lean against a short brick railing that ran along the entire balcony itself. She waited for him to shut the doors, so their conversation could continue.</span>