She sits underneath the moss covered London bridge. What was once a beautiful landmark is now a ruin ridden with filth and trash. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as trickles of the now poisonous water tickle her toes. She gets lost in the sounds of the soft waves slithering across the bank. The smell of acid and mold fill the air evermore at each passing wave. Her mind is going back to a beautiful time when she could sit in these waters and build sand castles with the gritty mud. She starts to tap her fingers slightly to try and bring herself back to the unearthly world she lives in now...death, destruction, pain, there is no good in the world anymore.