Day passed by, before she decide of going out of her house. Or better say "forced to". Her food had finish and she have to eat something. She grabs a big bag, enough big to take what she need, her coat and she was ready to go. When she went out, she notice that everything remain the same position it had, the day the disaster happend. She actually ran to the supermarket, took what she need and ran her way back home. But on her way back, she stops in front of the library, just to see if it was in good conditions. It was something irronical, because knowing that she was the only one in the city and might be the only one around the world, how possibly could something happend to it.

So instead of running, this time she walks home. Thinking that maybe, just maybe this waesn't so bad at all. When she arrives at her home, she puts the food on the refrigerator. And sat on the couch, grab the remote and trun the tv on. It was on the "Animal Plant" channel and they still transmiting the Cimpanzee documental. She start thinking that maybe the next day, she'll go to the library. And so she did. When the next day arrive she wakes up with the more feeling of doing anything. She left her houese and walk to the city until she arrive to the library. She opens the door and she can feel the dust in the wind. It was the dust from all does days she didn't go and didn't clean up. She cleans is it up and by the 10 am everything was clean. She grab a chair and sat in the middle of the room, thinking what to do. When she say to herself "If I can't sell them, then I'll read them", So she did, she spends the next weeks reading all the books she could and if was late at night, she take them home.

The weeks passed had and is already Christmas eve. That day she feel more alone than ever. That day she really care of being alone, she used to be with her family, friends and neighboors. But today she was alone and that hurt her like hell.