25 Unicorn Street, Wednesday Afternoon

She'd spent most of the morning staring at the dismantled monitoring equipment in the back room; but as the afternoon came, so did restlessness, and Sarah Kerrigan padded through her living room.

The windows had been shut, blinders and all, for a while now. There was plenty of food in the cabinets, more in the fridge than she'd asked for-- of course but none of it seemed like much of a draw.

Maybe she shouldn't have taken the television apart, way back when. Part of her felt like a caged animal, and so she paced long laps through the house, blocking out the interference at the back of her mind.

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