Rhiannon woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily and clutching at the bed sheets for protection as she emerged from her restless slumber. A few seconds of adjustment and she was calm again, the realisation that she was in the safety of her room taking root. She instinctively looked to her right but there was no one else in the bed; there hadn't been for some time now. Shaking off the cloud of depression that threatened to overwhelm her, the redhead kicked her way free of the bed sheets and sleepily made her way to the en-suite bathroom, showering and brushing her teeth. She looked into the mirror and noticed that the bags under her eyes were slowly fading; the nightmares were decreasing in frequency and severity as the war became less prominent in her memory.

She splashed cold water on her face before drying her face and hair with the dryer. Careful application of makeup followed, something she never used to do, so that the bags under her eyes were almost completely masked. Finally ready she walked out from the flat and closed her eyes, letting the sounds of the city wash over her. They were still subdued, most people still sleeping soundly in bed or in the process of waking up; not everyone was haunted by the war. Looking for a particular breathing pattern, by utilising a power she had 'borrowed' from Julius, Rhiannon found Julia and made her way there although in no rush; the war may have been over but she still remembered the immense destruction caused by it, sometimes looking powerless was easier than enduring the fearful gazes of the 'normal' humans.