Joanna was facing away from everyone, and everything. She couldn't bare to look at all the crying faces, all the burnt flesh, all the desperate and crippling sadness and pain that surfaced itself in that tight circle. No, she found a spot by the wall, her back facing all her problems, ignoring everything as best she could. At first she couldn't stop thinking. She couldn't stop thinking and thinking and thinking. Eventually, that turned into distant thoughts, like watching a movie or living in a dream. Now, however, she isn't thinking at all. For hours her mind has been on shutdown. She's in the perfect balance where you are not in any state of thinking or being, but your still awake and aware.

Her focus is on no place in particular, just the general haze of the droopy orange light that is seeping through the doors at the end of the level 3 hall. However she can feel everything. Her hearing, smelling, tasting, seeing, is all offline. Its like all of the energy that would be used to process and maintain those senses are being pushed into feeling. For the past hour or so, she has been hyper focused on the bead of water running down he shoulder as it leans against the damp wall. She can feel it staying so stationary, feeling so still and patient on her skin.

She had noticed izzy leave some time ago, although her perception on time is skewed, so she cant tell if it was 20 minutes or 2 hours ago. Suddenly, like a lever being heaved downward so emotionally and intently, the drop of water on her shoulder dripped down her arm, moving past her elbow and over her cold wrists, finally reaching the ground and connecting with the watery mass that laid there. Everything snapped back into motion. It felt like something in her was fleeing and going back to where ever I came from, like a mouse scurrying back into the wall after a jarring noise. Her senses sprung to life again and suddenly she felt very, very aware of where she is, and why she's there, and who everyone around her is what is going on. She felt so aware. She remembered izzy, she remembered her stumble over to the stair case and make echoing dripping footsteps on the concrete blocks. Joanna managed to move her body for the first time in hours, and tilted her head to see the stair case. She felt a sudden urge to go and find izzy, to figure out where she had gone. Its like the drop in her shoulder was keeping her stagnant but now anything was possible. Only influence was needed.