Leaving the bathtub naked, she returned to the previous room. She sat on the blanket at the foot of the bed and slowly wiped her hair in front of the fireplace that seemed to have just been extinguished. The wet black hair flickered between the snow-white towels. Everything slowly came back to her mind: Is she dead?
Familiar faces flashed through his mind. The bright firelight seemed to be burning on his body, and there was an unreal pain. The sudden influx of memories was still very deep. Before leaving, he should have been smiling, but what responded to him was their ugly crying faces. Something secretly slid down from the corner of his eyes. Mubai lowered his head and speeded up the wiping.