A loud sound of the alarm starts ringing, and that noise is a force Wendy can't reckon with. She sighs and rolls from the bed, slowly making her way to the bathroom.

She grabs a toothbrush and starts washing up, humming some happy song she's heard on the radio the day before. After she's done, Wendy wipes the drops of water off her face with a towel, and her gaze falls at the image of her, in the mirror.

Healthy.

Beautiful.

It's been a long time since she's seen it like this.

Her hair has been damaged for a long, long time, and it made her really sad, because she knew that there was a little chance of it getting back to it starting condition.

But she succeeded. With the help of countless specialists, she got her hair to become as it was before numerous bleaching, dying, and cutting, and curling.

She's done it.

And she's happy.