...Seperation is inevitable. Whether it is something sentient or not, it will not be there forever. In a child's world of constants, seperation is terrifying. Brigitte looked over what she had written. Not bad for a last minute essay. Not bad at all. She saved the file then finally shut down the computer. It was such a relief to stand up and stretch! As Brigitte prepared herself for bed the way she did every night, it was obvious that the watcher outside the window had gone unnoticed. Brigitte rose from her prayers then settled into bed and the watcher dissolved into the night wind, hurtling over the sleeping city back to its master.