Sharon was the first to enter the the main gate, her first instinct to rush up the steps and tug on the front door. Locked. Knowing the double doors are too heavy to kick open she ran down the steps, rounded the corner, and pushed past the back gate. The group a few yards behind her stumbled through the first gate, only seeing a glimpse of her as she rushed through.

Wasting no time, Sharon walked straight to the back door and tried twisting the handle. When it didn't budge she tried again, and again, and again.

"Christ-!" Kenny made it through the back gate with his son glued to his side, the two scanned the backyard. "Sharon, are you okay? Jesus you're covered in-"

"It's locked." Sharon tugged at the door one last time, lifting a leg to kick it in.

"Woah, wait-" Kenny held out a hand, watching as the rest of the group filed in through the back gate. "We can't afford the noise, we can find another way inside."

With nothing to occupy her mind she turned on her heels, the garage doors wouldn't budge either so she gave up and sat on the little fountain in the center of the backyard, focusing on the bickering around the group. Their words faded in to random syllables then quieted before she could make out what anyone was saying.

Closest to the back door; Lee, Kenny, and Ben were searching for ways in. The later two checking every crevice of the house for a fault, Lee however scoured the yard for anything useful. Duck stood close to his father, watching closely on what he was doing. Travis sat in a corner against the shed facing the backdoor, he tried not looking so pathetic though failing as he couldn't keep up his eyelids or his good posture.

On the side closest to the back gate; Christa stood protectively over Omid, as he had reopened his wound from the escape and could no longer stand. Carley sat next to them allowing Clementine to sit in her lap, the two still together and safe- without Sharon's help.

Her mind switched to her blood covered hands, the spot in her pocket where she carried the screwdriver now empty.

Seeing as he couldn't do anything useful and really- he couldn't focus on what his father was doing, Duck walked away from Kenny and slowly approached the fountain. He watched carefully as Sharon rinsed her hands in the murky water, being careful not to disturb the layer of dirt at the bottom while trying to avoid patches of green that floated on the surface.

Duck moved to stand in front of her, as she noticed this she stared back trying not to dry her hands on her even dirtier clothes. He didn't say anything, eyes now to the ground and lips pursed in thought as he tried to think of the words.

"Um. . ." He took a step closer. "Did mom ever tell you I have, um. . . ADHD?"

She didn't expect this to be what he wanted to talk about, she nodded anyways. "She mentioned it, once."

"It's really hard to think about what I want to say because there's a lot, and I want to say it all at once but I can't focus on what to say first." He explained, not once looking up. "Every time I try to talk I don't say what I want to say."

Sharon slowly nodded, for his sake trying to hide that she's AT LISA'S HOUSE.

"I'm mad at you. I. . ." Duck closed his eyes, bringing his hands to his head. "Mom was always really good at knowing what I meant to say, but now she's gone. I want to talk but now I can't say anything!"

"Duck. . ." Sharon's eyes went wide as he spoke. She knew he wasn't taking his mothers death too well though was unaware of his inner struggles. "It's okay if you need time to say it. Will it help to sit down?"

"No." He opened his eyes again, squinting when heavy tears began to fall from his face. "When those farmers took you upstairs the old lady kept telling mom to worry about her family, and mom said that you are family. They can't eat you, you're family."

"Duckie. . ." Sharon wanted to move towards him, afraid she'll break his train of thought if she did anything distracting.

"And when she got bit she said you're family, and when she died she said you're family. So, why didn't you get off the train? Dad was so scared and he wouldn't tell me what's going on, everyone was so scared you wouldn't jump off, Ben kept saying you were going to kill yourself." Duck took a deep breath. "Why would you do that? I thought we were family? What if you didn't come back?"

She pushed through the fear and knelt in front of him. "Duck, I am so sorry."

His eyes unfocused, unable to look Sharon in the eyes for multiple reasons. "I don't want to lose you too, I don't want anyone else to die, even that new lady that gets mad at dad. I don't want anyone to die."

Sharon wrapped her arms around him, the boy felt tense in her arms. "I'm so sorry I've made you feel this way, Duck, I'm sorry."

"When I was breaking all those sunglasses I was so angry that I couldn't say what I wanted, now dad thinks I'm stupid or mean-"

Sharon pulled away. "Stop it. Duck you are not- look at me." Duck blinked away most of the tears in his eyes and removed his stare from the grass, looking at her directly for the first time since he approached her. "You are not stupid."

"But-"

"But, nothing. Having ADHD doesn't make you stupid, having emotions doesn't mean you're stupid."

Duck nodded, bringing his hands close to his chest. "Thank you. . . for saving me from the walkers."

"Of course."

"You were like a superhero."

She tried to steer the conversation back. "I want you to know, I'll never do something dangerous like that again; what I did on the train."

He hesitated.

"I'm here for you now, I'm not leaving you, okay?"

"Okay." He squinted again, his hands curling in to fists. "I can't. . ."

"Are you. . . do you want to talk about this later?"

"I'm sorry. I want to be with dad."

"Don't be sorry." In the corner of her eye she spotted Lee watching close by, eyebrows upturned. "When you can think of what else you want to say, I'll be here, okay?"

Duck nodded, slowly walking to the back door where his father awaited, already kneeling on the ground waiting for him.

The wandering eyes around the group looked away, the scene is over. Sharon backed up to return to sitting on the fountain, Lee took that as permission to approach her.

"Hey." He nodded in greeting. "Is Duck o-"

"No, Lee. He lost his mom yesterday." Sharon squinted her eyes at him. "No one is okay."

"Alright, I'm sorry." Lee briefly held his hands up defensively. "How about you, are you o- uh. . . how are you doing?"

Her face relaxed. "I'm. . . holding up."

"You said your friends house was around here, right?" Lee asked, unaware she tensed. "If we can't get inside this one do you think we could try hers?"

"Actually." Sharon brought her legs closer to her body. "We're already here."

"This. . . this is her place? As in this house?" Lee looked up to the second and third floor windows, as if looking for a sign. "So you weren't just running in a random direction, you led us here."

"After I rescued Duck from that car I was worried that Ben or you would lead us away from here so I just. . . sprinted for it." She looked up, only able to meet his eyes for a few seconds. "Sorry, all I could think of was- I- I saw it and I couldn't. . ."

"No, don't apologize. We made it here unharmed, thanks to you taking out those few upfront." He crossed his arms, casting a glare toward the mansion specifically at the figure in the bushes. "Who NEEDS to apologise is Ben."

At the name Sharon turned her body to face the teen, watching as he stumbled in the overgrown hedges to find a way through the windows.

"Oh god, I saw that." She turned back to face Lee. "I was going to help Clem but Duck only had Kenny and I thought you and Carley. . ."

"You did what you had to do. Duck is safe, Clem is safe. You didn't run off when you could have helped. Carley seems to be shaken up about it, though." Lee sighed, the two taking the moment to watch over Carley and Clem as the two silently chatted.

As he said, Carley had a 'thousand-yard stare' and her skin had turned a few shades pale, her face devoid of emotion though she feigned a smile when Clem would turn to look at her. Sharon felt how Carley looked.

"Does. . ." Lee started. "Does Kenny know who's house this is?"

Suddenly it felt as if she was back where this all started. Her feet burned, the scars she couldn't properly treat flared. Every time a walker would get suspicious she would use. . . something, she didn't remember how she killed them. Her skin felt sticky from all of the rotten black blood on her skin.

"No, I almost kicked the door down, I. . . it's so. . . surreal."

The pain was so unbearable she couldn't handle it. Nothing she could do would make her cuts better as the walker blood and her sweat would be akin to saltwater being injected in her blood stream. In the midday sun the burns on her exposed skin felt as if she were still covered in flaming red hot rubble, the cold nights were her only relief as her wounds would cool and she didn't have to see the detail in the walkers faces that passed her. Her mind had to switch to the one and only thing that would keep her occupied, the person that would distract her from the agony, a single being to obsess over.

"Are you sure you're doing okay?"

When thinking back to all memories of Lisa, nothing mattered. When remembering every moment of the sixteen years she knew Lisa, nothing hurt. She would bump into a walker and she wouldn't care. The only time it really hurt was when she looked for street signs to find the way to Savannah or had to kill a walker that knew she wasn't one of them. When she had to drift away from Lisa just for a moment. Her mind ripped from comfort to reality for only a few moments at a time.

"No. . ." Though now she can't wander, she's here, she's right where she needs to be. "I think I need to. . . not talk." Only a few feet away, there she is. Her room, her parents, her brother. "For a bit."

"Okay, I'll let you know when we get inside." Lee assured, hesitating before rushing over to the back door.

Kenny grumbled when he saw Lee near. "Shit, I know I stopped her from kicking it in but we just might have to, even the fuckin' doggy door is locked."

Lee backed away and looked to the little door. "Locked?"

"Ben tried it already." Kenny continued. "Who the hell heard of a locked doggy door?"

"I have." Omid called from across the yard. "It's radio-controlled, the pet wears a collar with a chip in it so the door only opens when they get close to it. Christa made me get one when we caught a raccoon in our cupboards."

"Well, shit." Kenny muttered, turning his attention back to the door. "Every day's a school day."

Lee cleared his throat, his voice staying low. "There's something I gotta tell you."

Kenny didn't turn away from the door, despite that Lee was talking so not even Ben could hear him. "Well, can it wait until we get inside?"

"It's about Sharon."

"What?" Kenny stopped inspecting the door jamb, taking a glance over at the young woman in question. "What do you mean?"

"I mean: this is her friend's house." He whispered, just incase his voice carried. "Lisa's."

"Shit, really?" Kenny went wide eyed, darting from her to Lee. "Why didn't she say so?"

"She's not doing to good, but she might know a way in that we don't, a key under a rock or something." Lee paused. "You should go talk to her."

"Are you sure? After I screamed at her this morning I think I'm the last person that she wants to talk to right now." He took a deep breath in, letting it out as a long sigh. "I'll go, why don't you check up on the kid- uh, Travis. He closed his eyes a bit ago and I had to send Duck over to Carley, looks like he's gonna turn while I'm not lookin'."

Lee had to turn around to fully see Travis, understanding why Kenny had sent his son away. Travis's black hair contrasted with his ever paling skin and the growing red spot on his shoulder, his body too weak to hold his own head up. Even Omid could walk around and talk to the others, Travis couldn't move, he could hardly walk on is own. If he did get up it would be as a walker. Christa would be able to warn them if he did turn, being the only one from across the yard paying attention, even though it was with an annoyed sneer.

"And if he does turn?"

"Do I gotta spell it out for you?" Kenny shook his head. "I'll be right back."

Lee watched in worry as Kenny walked away, unaware Travis had already been awake and listening to their conversation, though his eyes were unable to stay open for too long.

Kenny rounded the fountain and sat by Sharon's side on the hard stone, turning his body to face her. She didn't notice him. "Hey, you doin' alright?"

Sharon flinched, surprised to see someone so close without noticing them first. She tried to look him in the eyes though she couldn't keep her sight straight, instead she faced her body towards him and stuck her fingers in the fountain, the cold murky water helped ground her.

"Lee told me who's house this is." Kenny muttered.

"I'm sorry Kenny, it's so hard to think, and I'm. . . I'm having one of those episodes." Sharon, with her hand fully submerged dug her nails in to her palm. "It's so hard to think, hard to focus."

"I-I know you're going through a tough time and I want to help you, I do. Right now we need to get inside." Kenny reached out his hand, offering it for her to take. Sharon took it with her dry hand. "Can you think of anything that will help us? An unlocked window, or a key under a rock?"

Sharon shook her head. "No, when they moved out here I never needed a way to sneak in. Her parents never really liked me so they wouldn't let Lisa hide any keys. . . I had one on my key ring back in Macon."

"Damn, I was hoping for a loose window but it seems every house in this city has everything boarded up." He sighed. "Not even a way through the doggy door?"

Sharon froze, slowly turning her head to the mound of dirt in front of the dog house. "Um. . ."

Kenny followed her eyes, pulling his hands back as he stared at the grave. "No way. There has to be something else."

"Oh my god." Sharon brought her hands to her face. "Walter was buried with his collar, they were going to get a new door and sell the collar but forgot to take it off."

Lee, noticing the distress between the two, stood from his short conversation with Travis.

"No, that can't be the only way, I mean. . . what if dogs can turn?"

Sharon visibly shuddered. "Maybe we can lift someone up to the second floor, the windows up there aren't boarded."

"With these high ceiling houses? You'd need me, Lee, and Ben just to reach it, if any are even unlocked."

Lee cautiously walked over, hoping to hear what the problem is before approaching them, incase if it's personal he could leave without being noticed.

"Those walkers could wander around that corner and slip through that fence any moment, we still can't risk the noise so. . ." He groaned. "If there really isn't anything else, I guess we're digging up a dog."

"Excuse me?" Lee's eyes shot wide open, frozen in the spot. "Do you wanna repeat that?"

"I can't- I'm scared of dogs, I have to. . ." Sharon stood suddenly. "I'm sorry."

"You're not serious right?" Lee asked, too shocked to react to Sharon passing him in a hurry.

"The only way in that house is through the dog door and through that little grave over there." Kenny stood and crossed his arms. "I saw some shovels by the shed. I wanna get this done and over with."

Lee- still confused and shocked- slowly walked to the shed, the same direction Sharon fled to.

Kenny turned and walked up to the gate where the rest of the group were resting, dreading the words about to come out of his mouth. Christa, Omid, Clementine, and Duck looked up expectantly, Carley didn't react until he started talking.

"Head's up; the only way inside is to open the dog door and in order to get the collar we have to dig around in that." He gestured to the dirt mound.

"What?" Carley whipped her head up and followed his sight. "WHAT? You're joking, right? You're not seriously going to do that, are you?"

"Digging up dead things isn't what it used to be." Omid said. "Know what I mean?"

"I hear you." It was then Lee approached with two shovels. "But yeah, we have to."

"What if it isn't a dog?" Carley continued, watching as Kenny grabbed a shovel. "What if it doesn't have the collar on it?"

"This is Lisa's house, Carley." Lee said, his voice low. "We know."

Kenny turned from the conversation and up to the dirt mound, unable to lift the shovel yet.

"O-Okay, then can't we just kick in the door?"

"This is the only way, Carley. Once we're inside then we can argue and yell at each other all we want."

"And what about another house?" Christa crossed her arms. "Why can't we find somewhere else?"

"Lady, do you wanna be the one lifting your boyfriend over the brick walls?" Kenny spat. "Or how about over the wrought iron fence?"

Christa rolled her eyes, allowing Lee to join Kenny in desecrating the grave without disruption. She had to repeat to herself: they can argue inside, she'll be able to yell and be rightfully angry, just not now.

With a minute of digging Lee's shovel hit something hard and hollow, after further dirt removed shown the cheap board used as a casket lid. Kenny's tool had a flat edge so he used it to scrape the dirt off the top while Lee used his pointed edge to remove the larger clumps.

Once most of the dirt was removed Lee bent down and grabbed hold of the lid, he gave it a test wiggle to check for hinges. There is none, just a piece of wood on top of a box.

"Alright everyone, stand back." Lee said, looking to make sure everyone followed his order and took a step away.

He counted to three in his head and flipped the lid over and immediately wafted the smell of rotting meat to his nose. While walkers smelled awful most of them also had clothes to cover some of it, some had been rained on and 'rinsed' part of the stench away. He tried to think about something else though as he got closer all he could think about was how similar this was to the blood covered jackets he and Kenny would wear in the city.

"Ew, I can smell it from here!" Clem covered her nose with her arm. "Gross!"

"Clementine, honey, come sit with us." Christa said. "Let Lee and Kenny work."

Clem hesitated, as she lowered her arm and was assaulted by the smell again she finally walked silently back to the others, staying on her feet.

The dog looked more like a poorly skinned rat and thankfully it hadn't moved once since opening the makeshift casket. With this knowledge Lee didn't feel any more confident as he reached inside, fingers grasping and tugging on the collar. The dog's body jerked upwards as he pulled, fumbling with two hands to undo the buckle without touching too much of it.

"I can't get it off." He whispered, even knowing the dog won't turn but still afraid the slightest noise would wake it up. Just as he felt the collar start to loosen, he watched with a clenched heart as the dog moved, in the worst possible way.

"Okay, that is NOT cool." Ben shuddered.

Without hesitation Duck ran from the grave to hide behind Sharon and Travis.

The whole of the group, aside from Sharon as she refused to watch, heaved as somewhere the dog's spine had detached. The head dropped first with most of the spine intact and sliding through the collar, it's body fell limp after.

Christa turned to the short hedges and threw up, her breakfast now scattered in the bushes.

Lee held the collar with one hand and two fingers, trying to limit his interaction with the object as much as he possibly could. He almost dropped it along the way, half considering to rinse his hands in the fountain water as Sharon did and kick the collar to the door, just so he wouldn't be the one to hold it.

"Here goes nothing." Lee muttered, holding the collar up to the door.

Quickly the door made a grinding sound, the motor in the little door struggling for a moment from disuse and low batteries. Then, with a little green light and a click, the door unlocked.

"Yes!" Kenny cheered, a little too loudly. "Goddamn!"

Clementine and Duck rushed to the door, leaving the adults behind to see the commotion.

"See anything in there?" Ben whispered, even though if someone was in there they would have heard Kenny.

As Christa helped Omid off the ground Clementine rushed to the door, warily looking at Travis as she neared for a moment, then focusing on the dog door and how easily she could fit in it.

"No." Lee laid on his hip and peeked through the hole. "Look's clear, like it's been empty for awhile."

Christa turned to help Omid off the ground, pausing as the noise of the walkers from over the brick wall suddenly got louder. "Whatever you're going to do, do it fast."

Kenny nodded. "Can you reach the lock?"

Stretching his arm, Lee grunted and blindly swept around. "No, I can't."

"Here, Let me try." Ben offered.

Lee braced himself to stand up, watching in surprise as Clementine rushed by him before he even got off the ground. "Clem!"

"Can I go in, too?" Duck asked, tugging at his dad's hand.

"You can climb through it some other time Duck, not now."

Lee finally stood up, watching in worry as the group went silent. Then, with a few clicks from the door, it opened up with Clementine's large smile and waving hands, like a magician that just made a rabbit disappear.

"Ta-da!"

"Good job, Clem!"

Before Lee could finish praising Clementine, Sharon had wedged herself in between the two and the door, quietly whispering an apology as she slipped inside.

"Lisa!" Sharon called out, pausing in the kitchen and looking around. "Lisa?"

She brushed her fingers against the island countertop, unhappy with the layer of dust her hand collected. Most of the furniture and decorations had been ripped down leaving the room bare and bleak. The fridge door no longer sealed shut due to the lack of power and the shelves had all been emptied.

The living room looked the same, though the heavy and fancy couches haven't been removed. One thing stayed that she honestly was hoping for, aside from the real person.

In the center wall directly above the fireplace was the family portrait. Commissioned and hand painted a year before the outbreak. On the far right just under her father stood Lisa, wearing a red blouse that was so soft to touch, her hair straightened and unaffected by the rain earlier that day, she was looking forward to having this done so she had a genuine smile.

This is the Lisa that visited her at the farm house.

This same Lisa who would talk to her at the Inn and could be found sitting among the others as if she belonged.

Omid limped in the room with Christa hovering over him, helping him settle on the couch and making sure no pressure was on his wounded leg. The two silently gave each other a look as Sharon stood only a few feet away, unblinking and staring at the family portrait. Christa walked back to the kitchen, brushing past Carley as she helped Travis on to the other couch.

She directed her glare to Lee, as he was the one holding Clementine's walkie-talkie. "So, when were you going to tell us about the radio?"

"Tell you what?" Kenny rested his hands on his hips, quietly directing his son to go to the living room with Clem.

"That it's working!" Christa shouted. "That there's someone on the other end of that thing! You didn't think about sharing that with the rest of us?"

"We were going to tell you." Lee said, hoping both her and Kenny would follow his lead and talk instead of shout. "We only found out yesterday."

Carley approached them and did as Lee did, talk instead of shout. "We weren't trying to hide it from you, we couldn't find a good time."

"A good time? What the hell is that supposed to mean? If there is something we need to worry about- you don't hold off until the last second!"

Carley bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the statement hit harder than it should have. She wanted to say more though held herself back.

"Well excuse me if I'm more worried about whoever it was ringing that bell and bringing the dead down on top of us!" Kenny argued, unaware of Carley's silence. "Who cares about the radio when someone's trying to kill us?"

"What makes you think it's not the same person? Whoever was on the radio was close enough to see us in the street and we didn't see anyone else other than the guy in the bell tower."

"Because that doesn't make a lick of damn sense. Why would they bring out the dead like that and then try to warn us about it?"

"How much sense does anything make anymore, in case you haven't noticed; there's a lot of twisted folks out there these days. At least the dead don't play games with you."

"Oh trust me, I know all about the freaks out there."

Lee intervened before Kenny could ramble more. "You need to know, the man on the radio is no friend of ours."

"Damn right." Kenny nodded. "The freak on the radio won't matter if we keep our own safe, the freak in the tower could run on up to the front door and lure in those walkers."

Carley composed herself, ready to join back into the conversation. "The 'freak' on the radio has been following us ever since we got on the train and now he knows exactly where we are. We shouldn't be worrying about one over the other."

"Fine then, both are equally fucked."

Carley continued. "With the way Travis and Omid are, we should stay here for awhile."

Kenny shook his head. "And what if those people out there are trying to reach those boats before we do?"

"Then you and I can go down to the river and look for boats, we'll have Carley and Christa stay here and keep everyone safe." Lee said. "Once we've rested."

"Suit yourselves, but I'm not gonna wait around too long for someone else to grab them."

Carley, now that the conversation is no longer heated, cleared her throat. "In the meantime, we should make sure this place is secure. We should check every room to be sure."

"If you do that, we'll all feel better for sure." Christa said, wandering into the dining room.

"Right, Carley you and I will check upstairs." Kenny leant to see past Lee and Carley. "Lee, you get down here, looks like there's not a lot to check."

Lee glanced to Christa, waiting for a moment to be sure she wasn't listening too close. "Kenny, do you think Sharon is-"

"She's gonna be fine, Lee." Kenny turned, surprised to see the spot she was glued to now empty, both Sharon and Ben now gone from the rest of the group.

Carley side stepped to stand in his sight. "Kenny, I haven't seen her like this since the dairy."

Kenny pushed past both of them. "I don't-"

"KENNY!" Ben's hard footsteps and voice echoed through the house as he reached the railing, stopping in the middle of the stairs once he saw him. "Kenny, you need to get up here, NOW."

"Shit, what's wrong?" Kenny gave one last look to Carley and Lee, then turned to follow Ben.

The two stopped at the end of the hall, the narrow window in between the wall and the L-shaped staircase being the only light.

"There's a door on the top, I tried opening it but she blocked it behind her. I think I saw a walker in there."

"Shit, alright." Kenny sighed, ascending the stairs. "Stay down here, I got this."

Ben nodded as Kenny stood on the platform where the staircase turns and follows the far wall, the door stood at the final step. He took this moment to take a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever he'll find inside.

The door had been left open just an inch, light poured through the cracks. At the final step Kenny knocked and tried pushing the door open, finding some resistance. "Sharon?" With little effort he pushed it open hearing whatever was blocking his way in slide against the hardwood floor.

With the door wide open he saw it.

Sharon knelt on the plush red rug in the center of the room, in front of her stood a deathly skinny form.

"Oh my god. . ."

Sharon had both of her hands on the boy, one hand caressing his hair and the other under his jaw to keep his mouth shut and far from her. She gazed into his milky eyes, squinting through the tears to see the boy she has known since his birth, now a soulless husk.

The boy, Fivel, had one hand tangled in Sharon's choppy hair and the other dug in to her arm, trying with what little strength he had to pull her close enough to bite.

"Sharon?"

Her face had turned to pure anguish, tears streaked from her squinted eyes and down her face from multiple spots, her mouth in an open frown as she tried desperately not to scream.

"She didn't make it." Sharon whispered, her voice too strained to make out most of the syllables. "She didn't make it."

Fivel's face no longer could express emotions, his mind deteriorated and stripped to bare instinct, his body starving for nourishment, his soul gone. Walkers don't go skinny from malnourishment but living people do, his death had been painful and torturous, he was probably too weak to move the barricade on the door by the time he tried to leave, trapped in his own home.

"She didn't make it."

Although Fivel had turned his skin had not yet started to rot away, a steady dead pale meaning he didn't pass away too long ago, not long enough for him to have chewed his cheeks out as many walkers did. His pajamas hung loose around his body and his hair had been a little overgrown, his pants would have fallen off if he hadn't cinched and tied the strings.

"She didn't make it."

Sunlight shone from the large round window behind them giving the two a bright outline, along with that was a pinkish hue from the thin red curtain was haphazardly tacked to the wall. The well lived-in bedroom that once held many happy memories only looked foreboding as the decorations had become dusty and every corner once lit with fairy lights was now dim.

"She didn't make it."