"We are never really alone..." She had explained. "Not even when the black serpent-like constrictiveness of isolated abandonment clouds a human mind, or what may remain of it; with the guaranteed promise, of dying... alone..." Whether we've passed, staring down at our empty weary bodies, or still waiting for something to reach through; from beyond; to collect who we are; who we have become - Doctor Montana had always suspected that she knew better than most. Only, the day had come knocking on her consulting room door; when she had no need to page through volumes of medical text books, nor recently published medical trials, to know for sure...