I feel groggy when I hear a knocking at my door. It's yet another night that I haven't slept well. There are too many old nightmares and too few confidantes to go to, no friends in the bedroom across the hall and no one in my bed. I used to believe that I was made for surviving alone but as my friends and allies dwindle, I don't think that's so true anymore. Rubbing my eyes, I pull the door open and I'm only half-surprised that it's Blue.

Something in her eyes looks hollowed out and burning at the same time, like something is trying to consume her from the inside. I wonder if she sees it in my eyes too.

"Hey," I say, not sure where to begin.