And suddenly, she’s transformed back to a non-particular day on the rooftop, that vast open space that once held so many memories. Brilliant light was piercing through the four pillars that formed a rectangular view - it was like the sky was captured in a frame. Wind from every direction was sucked into this particular space, scattering everything in sight. What were they doing? Nothing in particular. They might have been drawing on the white walls, gazing at the view, listening to music or holding each other. But that wasn’t important. It was the feeling, the utmost sensation she had felt. It was strangely calm, like all her torpedoes had been shooed away with just a wave of hand. She longed to feel that again, that feeling of peacefulness and whole. Like nothing else mattered.