Claire sat in her room, her fingers softly touching the edges of her metal bed. For the past six weeks, she had been living in this room, waiting until her time was finally up. Waiting for her thread to break. A small smile crept upon her face as she looked out of her window, giving her a clear view of the sun shining down on the ground beneath her. Memories from her past flashed before her, good and bad. Closing her eyes, she relaxed into her bed and watched her own life unfold in front of her.