Then she heard sounds.<em>Voices!</em>Noises of a conversation, possibly not too far from the spot she was pausing, forcing to move her rigid toes. Barefeet. Cold was twirling around her legs, moving upper and upper, choking her thoughts and chasing life out of her muscles but she HAD TO keep on! Because she promised her brother she will!<br/>So, what to do next?... Shouting?... Crying out?... Slowly moving closer to that source of human activity?...<br/>They could equally be fellow ones just like a patrol from the dome next to what the community where she lived since her birth had its poor village.<br/><br/>Nimah decided to step one, closer. Then another. Then the rest of the distance between them was easily dicreasing, leading her palm, her fingertips on the wall of the sewer. It prooved to be a useful guidance.<br/>When she felt to be near enough to be seen she stopped again, though hand still touching concrete, and she simply tried to blink herself through the darkness that strained ahead and around her. But it was the very same. Blindness.<br/>No words dared to leave her mouth...<br/>