But, she was. Slipping under the water, she allowed her mind to clear as the heat of the water covered every inch of her tired, bruised skin. The calm didn't last long. Long before she was ready she was back to considering her next move, the options for the rest of her life. Forgetting what was happening outside of the flat she was in was impossible. As much as she might have wished to live within a protected bubble of ignorance, she knew she couldn't. That sort of existence was unsustainable. Eventually, the outside always came inside.