She pushed away from the window.  She had to find answers.  She stumbled to the corner of the cabin lowering herself to the ground where she began crawling on her hands and knees looking through the rubble.  She hissed softly as she felt a sliver slide into her finger as she ran her hands over the rough floors.  She stuck her finger in her mouth sucking on it while she continued sorting through the remains of the shattered cabin.  

There were torn newspapers, the headlines hinted at something happening, something big, but none of the papers were complete enough to tell her the whole story.  She bit back a scream of frustration as she crumpled the paper in her hands throwing it in the direction of the fireplace.  It would do her no good as anything but kindling now.  

She reached for the remnants of a pillow, she studied the slashes in it, it looked like everything in this room had been torn apart on purpose, as if someone were looking for something.  What she did not know.  

Crawling through the room she found nothing but more questions.  She could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried desperately to find answers. 

The only thing she found, was an old dull rusted letter opener.  She toyed with it in her hands as she sat in the middle of the devastation.  She was so absorbed by the reflection of the light off the blade that she was oblivious to everything else around her.