Zoe swept everything off the small table onto the floor, her palms trembling slightly amidst the crisp sound of the breaking porcelain.

But her expression was calm: "If everything can go back to the way it was, can you pick up these things from the floor and set them back on the table? I suddenly feel like I could eat."

The shattered porcelain bowls and the food that fell to the dirty floor - how could they possibly be placed back on the table?

Barrett sat by the bed, staring at the ground, silent for a long time.

The silence lasted so long that Zoe lost any desire to speak...