‘It's useless. Why do I want to see her?   A pointless thought.   Rude of her to enter my mind so suddenly and make it messy.   Rude of her to stay by my side, even when I didn't want anyone to.   I was okay the way I was.   But why do I feel the need to keep you?   All to myself.   Isn't it, Wendy?   You're rude for making me like this.   Plain rude.’   Irene crumbled the letter and threw it away, while crying as she drifted to sleep.