The darkness closes in around her, even though she cannot sleep. She is the one who sleeps in the light, and walks in the void.
The suppressing black is all she is to know, from now until the dawning of the brilliant red sun.
Something demonic crawls out of the shadows and blinks at her, but not an eye does she blink. Not her.
She can see now that it is not a monster, only a cricket, bent on staying alive...
And so, she departs from the light, never to be known as Beebop in the night again, but to stalk the void by Maya of the Psyche Ward.
Striding the bleak moors, hunting Nny to bring him to justice, the fool unknowing, unaware that his death march is being beaten by the soles of Maya's feet.
The drums of his death march.
Maya draws her knife and waits in the shadows like a panther, awaiting stray and foolhardy prey...
Nny, walking, silently, stealthily, it is unnerving to Maya, awaiting his arrival, hanging on his every step, waiting for it to be that one fatal placement of his foot...
And finally, with molasses-like speed, that thud on the drum-like pavement rings out into the night and the scraping of his shoe like thousands of pieces of sandpaper grinding against a piece of hardwood finally happens, and Maya finds that she cant bear the knife, she cannot lift the hand that could bring Nny's doom.
For what, pray tell, could she have, after Nny dies? What then to live for? What would be more worthwhile to her than simply hunting Nny?
But no, not even this is meant for Nny. With a twinkle of light, he sees the glint of the knife. Scampering, he darts away, leaving Maya with nothing more than steel and a few frayed ends of what used to be the pressure to kill...