He was holding her close, and she was grateful. She was grateful, and she let time pass; she let time pass because she had found peace for a moment; she didn't hurt, she didn't hurt and she was safe and that's what she knew for now. Finally, she spoke quietly. "There was an old man," she said after a long second. "There was an old man, and he pretended to be hurt so that I'd go help him, and he had somebody, and they grabbed me, and they- they took me." She said it softly.

"He said he chose me because nobody would notice me being gone. No one would miss me, ever. So... So. That's why it matters."