Sybbie and her roommate Sally sat in the corner of the pub that had become their regular thing.
"What do you think you might do after this?" Sally asked her.
"I'll be going to bed, it's getting late."
"No, I mean, you know, after all this." She waved her hand vaguely. "Whenever that is."
"I really don't know," Sybbie admitted. "I used to think I knew what I wanted…"
"Why not pick up where you left off at that American university?"
"I'm not sure I could."
"Sybbie, you're the smartest person I know," Sally said.
"We're doomed, then," Sybbie laughed.