The laughter failed quickly. Their situation was too huge- just trying to comprehend everything that had happened devoured all their energies. They were drained: emotionally, spiritually and physically empty, as if their own souls reflected the vast barrenness of this immeasurable, empty universe.
The quiet woman sobbed loudly, her words barely understandable.
"What's happening? I can't cope anymore! What's the point? Why can't they just let us die?"
She clung onto Tisha as Tisha clung to Harry and he and the others clung on to each other. Each one, alone, and terrified.
"Please..." she sobbed "I can't be frightened anymore!"