She looked up at the building. It had taken her two hours to get her. Although, in actuality, it had taken her ten years. Here she was with all the courage she could muster. She put gloves on and grabbed the fire escape ladder.

She climbed up to the top and peered in. The stars were still on the ceiling. She recalled the good times and the bad times. She wept. The place was a vault of time that had passed. It had more time locked in that what was left for the future. She just wept until the sun came back up. With the sunrise she was cleansed.