Laundry was finished. The flat was clean. The cat was fed and sleeping soundly under the bed somewhere. Standing in the middle of her bedroom, Hermione hugged herself tightly and closed her eyes. In essence, she felt powerless to the situation she was currently in. This was certainly not where she wanted to be at this point in her life. Things she wanted no longer seemed so important. She didn't care that she had depression, there was no reason for her to act so weak all of the time. Weakness and relying on her friends was not going to bring Loki or her daughter back to her.