Her fingers tightened against the fabric of her skirt, white knuckled, wanting to believe there was an answer to be found here for all that none of this made sense to her.

“If that is all existence is, then why do people go on,” she whispered, not liking that answer, not at all.

“I don’t know what answer I’m looking for. I just want an answer. This place, all that occurs here, I don’t understand.”