Abela Dayton Hayles, or Bel for short, stared out the window of the room she currently was "resting" in. The rain pattered against the window, making drops slide down the length of the glass. The white walls, roof, bed, everything. Her whole room was blindingly white, slowly soffucating her. She felt a large lump grow in her throat as reality started to kick in. They were dead. Her parents were dead. And there was nothing she could do about it.