The shard of glass cut her fingers as Sharon picked up the broken pieces of her beloved mug. Her eyes dripped of hot tears; her mother having died the day before. Long strands of her hair dangled around her shoulders as she knelt to the ground; the tears strolled and created a puddle that diluted parts of the gathering blood. Sharon took a life sized doll from beside her with her undirty left hand, grasping it tightly against her chest. Deep gasps could be heard echoing down the empty halls from between her breaths.