She had not met flesh when she had struck him in the head, but instead a mask and respirator. She grasped to stay conscious. Darkness descended upon her vision and soon she could not tell the dark of night from the dark of her subconscious. One thing remained. The star she had wished upon, the light fading in and out amidst the overcast winter skies. She had to focus on it, to ward off unconsciousness, if she wanted to end this nightmare.
