Slowly and drowsily Rosa became aware of things. Arms holding her. Voices. All familiar in some way, all seemingly calm.<em>At least the fighting is over.</em>Forever later, a blurred face. Familiar and grinning, speaking to someone behind a desk. The smell of bleach, warm air still on her skin and the jingle of keys. Then came the weight of ages. Being alone for so long, living as she had to survive, the terrifying hunts for her, the years of knowing nothing about her family and what had happened to them, and the pain of knowing her monstrous form and sating her matching appetite. Her head swirled with the past and then it faded to black.