She looked out of her window.
The lone street-lamp lit up a small patch of the space, and she watched snowflakes dance in the light as if fell, slowly, swirling, as if never wanting to touch the ground.
On a whim, she wore her winter jacket and gloves and cap, opened the window, and let the cold wind touch her.
Simon and Garfunkel were singing on her iPod, 'I am a rock, I am an island...', and a brave man, or a desperate man, drove past in his SUV on the road.
She froze time around her. She rewound time, and saw the last 4 years, in reverse.
The iPod shifted to Coldplay singing 'You've been living life inside a bubble...'.
The voice of insanity, the voice of hope, the voice of adventure, the voice of instinct, the small voice deep inside her heart, spoke again.
This time, she listened.
She had waited enough for the moment that will change everything to come. She decided that this was the moment.
She unfroze time, got onto the website, and got those tickets to freedom.
The iPod, shifted seamlessly to Rahman singing 'Yeh jo des hai tera...'
