Goldy is left staring at the flattened area of blankets where the cards had previously laid.

"Fucking hell..."

Her jaw is rigid, outlining a deathly pale complexion. Her knuckles are whiter though, the comforter now clenched in tight fists is the only thing preventing her nails from cutting through the skin of her palms.

"So, essentially, something horrible happened to her, leaving her physically and mentally fucked up. And... she can't get back here?"