They waited, the faces, all as one and one as all. She slipped deeper into the dark realms, past the places of rest. She hung at the doors of the precincts of restoration and looked through the locked panels wistfully. Satiating the hunger was the only restorative for her now. A small voice whispered of another way, but she didn’t believe what it said. The voice belonged to a man, and all men were liars. They proved their perfidy when they pounced.