<em>You'll have to do better than that ... and I'll be on my way when I'm damn ready,</em>Anli thinks back to it, with a small shake of her head at the absurdity of the situation.<strong>"I'm fine, really,"</strong>she says aloud to the young man in the other room.  She turns to the familiar window on the far wall, absently reconstructing the bedroom's former appearance in her thoughts.  It's evident that it has fallen into disuse since she left.  The furniture is all there still, but cold and gathering dust; missing are the small things, the touch of life and personality.  The whole house will soon be like this, Anli knows, and the realization saddens her to the core.