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The sounds of the egg sizzling in the frying pan were music to Bay's ear. After several moments, the egg was fully cooked to her satisfaction and she smiled as she flopped it and a piece of toast onto a plate, scarfing each of them down separately. The egg was warm and gooey, but tasted so good. She stared out the window and bit into her toast, crunchey and slightly burnt. I wonder if anyone is coming . . . she thought, wiping down the pan and putting it in the sink to soak. She thought of Heaven, and God, though she often doubted the existance of either one. She could never truly decide if the many memories she had were real, or if they were just a sick game her mind was playing on her. She tried to ignore it, but the memories would come and go.