[The pounding on the window did mostly nothing to rouse her, though even weak as she was she still was aware of it. Was it the droids again? Coming to take her to hospital again so she could be nursed back to health and then start the cycle over?]

[Imbeciles. This wasn't an illness of the body.]

[When the door opens, she just waits for the many mechanical arms to pick her up and carry her off. Eugene's voice actually moves her to open her eyes and offer the barest of smiles. Clever little chick, he broke into her apartment.]

I'm dying, Eugene. [It seems the simplest way to explain it.] I believed nothing could break my spirits, that as long as I kept my focus on the day I would return I would overcome anything. I grossly overestimated myself.

[She reaches with a weak hand, trying to find Eugene's.] I had hoped you and Jack would believe I had gone home. I'm sorry you had to see me this way.