She was watching him again. The designated babysitter while her 'father' went out to play. Fun.

The boy in front of her did nothing, just sat there staring hopelessly into space, if you could call that look hopeless.

She scoffed loudly, knowing full well that the little boy wouldn't mind becuase he didn't mind anything.

He was lucky. He didn't remember a thing, not a damn thing.

"It would do ya' good," she said to him, kneeling down to look him full in the face.

"To die, blissfully unaware... Not that it matters to ya', any how."

He didn't answer silent as a ghost. She smirked.

"I could kill ya' now, y'know? One swipe an'... Bye-bye."

He was silent. She chuckled.

"I envy ya', sometimes. Bein' able to retreat into your mind an' not come out until called for... That's the good life right there..."

He was silent.

"What's it like? Hmmm... Not rememberin'...?"

He was silent.

"You'll... never answer me... Will ya'...?"

He was silent.

She really did envy him, sometimes.