She returns to find, it's all gone. Lazying at the desk, picking at the pink polish, now just barely adorning her nails, she wishes she had never left. Trying to pick up where one left off never works quite as well as one might hope. She looks her best and does it all for him. Result: she cannot focus. She is drifting through life. Perhaps some deviant thing will snag her, pulling her down to earth, to life, to what there is left.