"It is getting harder and harder. I can�t find anyone. No one. Not even the faintest hint of a girly shriek of happiness. Or the insidious whisper looming inside. Or the dry disinterested voice. Everything is buried, buried. I think I will sit here and rest my palms on the wall. Maybe the unyielding surface will bleed some strength into me and allow me to traverse long enough to find the children."