Dinner was delicious as it usually was. The wine was poured to add to the flavors cultivating your pallet. While doing the nightly ritual before going to bed you had looked in the bathroom mirror. You saw no visions of evil no apparitions of the dead coming to harm you. Instead you saw a vision of you. you felt empowered, After everything you had endured and been subjected to you were not only still alive but had recovered from your scars. The Eva before you was the definition of a survivor. You allowed yourself the luxury of a small smile.

Climbing into the large bed you turned off the lamp on the night stand and fell into a restful sleep. The sun woke you as it beamed into the room through the window. No change to the room the bruises on you were deep and a faded purple still visible. You dressed and walked to the smell of breakfast. As you turned the corner Vivian stood up and smiled at seeing you. She took steps toward you and looked like she had thought of a hug but then reconsidered. She raised a hand and waved at you. Putting her mic to her neck. "Morning Eva!" She stood there her hair was a little shorter and she wore a pair of sweat pants and sweat top.