Laurel was always a social person. Always talking. Always making new friends. Never afraid of much. Always humming or singing. Firm and determinate. However, one day, someone came in and shot up her family. She survived. Only her. Technically. Everything else was gone. Her happiness. Her confidence. Everything that defined her. She went into a coma and everything changed. It was... nothingness. Just plain nothingness. She enjoyed it more than life, it seemed. It changed her