Like Icarus, who flew too close to the sun, but in the case of Tom Riddle she thinks, as her eyes flicker open, as a bright light, brighter than that made by the Fiendyfire she had summoned wakens her, as she hears the horn of a train, a puff of smoke, as she stands, as she sees the curled creature beneath the train bench, croaking for help, as she sees people.