About ten seconds remaining, the bar inches forward. Her eyes glued into the abyss, she would not have even noticed. The door lays ajar, the room only lit by the flickering of open windows. She would not have even noticed. Fingers wrap around the undefined edges of exposed yellow foam. She turns to brush off the unwanted visitor like the crumbs that live between the threads of her high waisted jeans. Her eyes scroll from the threads of the carpet. The shoes she unposted. The crop top she deleted. A familiar face but with all the missing features. Download complete.