HELDA I spend the remaining days in isolation.

Moving from the medical ward to my room, I keep my door shut, refusing to see anyone or speak to anyone.

With each day that passes, my conviction gets stronger.

I have to make a move.

Today is the fourth day.

There are still no signs of reawakening.

I feel emptier than I was the previous day.

I’m more like a shell myself.

Bodie had come earlier this morning, pleading for me to open the door.

He also left a few seconds ago, after ...