It felt like it hadn't stopped raining for years. Maybe it hadn't. The drips and dribbles and sheets of water continued to slide down the windows at all hours of every day. Her view of the town and the hillside was so permanently blurred and pixelated, she feared she no longer remembered its distinct loveliness. Given that this one window served as her only gateway to the outside world, the blurriness was frightening: she began to consider being alone in an entirely new and terrifying scale. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.