Her fork pushed through syrup, scratching through the browned skin of the pancake. To survive. That was true for her as well, wasn't it? The life she knew covered only a smattering of days, not even a week... and even of that miniscule amount of time, chunks of night and entire days were lost to her. But... but even lost as she was, confused as she was, for as little as she knew about herself and of the world around her, she didn't want her life to end.

She wanted to live.