With no way to tell time, she didn't have any clue how long she'd been locked in the cupboard. Hours? Days? Years? A loud laugh, bordering on the edge of hysteria, exploded out of her at the thought that she'd never actually stepped outside the cupboard since her captivity. If that was the case, every single thing that happened to her over the past twenty years didn't actually happen at all. It was all made up inside her head. Was that how she kept herself from going mad as she was trapped inside? And if so, why didn't she imagine a much happier life for herself? Did she feel like she deserved to be punished because she failed to save Harry?