Her research was going downhill. The dread passed up into her chest, and her breathing grew erratic from panic. Esme began heaving, her vision going blurry. It felt as if her insides were turning into firm ice. It felt as if her loss had isolated inside her body. Retaining her from the feeling of perseverance and determination. Her chest rose and fell, counting to ten as she tried to breathe in the mild air. It wasn't working. She fell from the chair as her body collapsed on the ground.