A sad song had been helpful. A walk had been of great use. A silly television show such as Big Bang Theory helped her laugh.

Now she was going to go to a game where she could scream, boo, cheer on and just let it out. Or so she hoped the game would lend itself to that. She needed a spirited competition. As such, her continued state of reset would further progress. This was her reset stage. New eyes. Different enotions. Acceptance.