She frowned, her back still pressed against the door. Her eyes squeezed shut. Mum? Her sign was mum? No offense, God, but that wasn't really a fair trade. Is that what she was supposed to do? Just... keep on living? What was a life where she couldn't love? That wasn't fair. She didn't understand.

She sighed, a soft, resigned sigh. Fine.

She turned, wrapped her hand around the door. Pulled it open. Her hair was limp, her clothes soaked as they dripped on the floor around her. It took a full second before her brain caught up with her eyes and comprehension sunk in. Comprehension, and disbelief.

Impossible.