A gentle rain pattered on the barn roof. From the worn hayloft, an old box TV hummed. A soft blue glow was cast across the dim barn. Illuminated in the soft light, a small figure was passed out on the sofa. Under her arm, a pumpkin snored, wagging it's tail. In a corner, a miniscule gray bucket caught drops of water. On the barn floor sat a small nest of sweet hay. Sprawled on top, a taller figure rested; aqua gaze focused on something far, far away from this world. The rain on the roof formed a bridge of glass, one that no physical form may cross.
She was no longer on Earth.