It was a cold night: there were few clouds. Outside the winter air was sharp and bitter. Although the temperature was different inside, Anna felt as if her heart had been lost somewhere in the garden and was slowly icing over instead of warming up like the floor beneath her feet. The silence in her room was constantly being cut through by laughing, screaming, just general pointless noise coming from down stairs. With no idea what to do with herself she just stood for a while. The thought of having to make decisions was unbearable. She’d have to take it one small step at a time.