The stars are talking to her again - telling her to eat.
Last week they told her to damage the gas pipes.
Six and a half days ago they told her to hide in the attic and barricade the entrance.
Five days ago they told her to go down and open four windows - she refused.
Three days ago they told her to patch up the pipes and head to the basement - again, she refused.
Two days ago she managed to walk as far as the end of the hallway before collapsing against a window, accidentally breaking the glass. The air had been stale and sickly-sweet, the bodies of her family were strewn about like the dolls she used to play with.
As the fresh air entered, her mind cleared and the stars told her to rejoice and eat well.
Grandmother was closest.
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