Some part of Pam's mind felt for that. Alone. She'd been that way before. Childhood. Adolescence. Then as she began her young adulthood. Her jaw clenched and she closed her eyes. No, she didn't want to think about this or that. But she'd never been drawn to a point where she'd wished to end her own life. Someone else's, certainly, but never her own.
"That's terribly romantic," she said finally, "I almost envy it."