She had been waiting for longer than she was able to count—not that she was very good with numbers anyway—for someone to come. Day after day she sat at the window and looked out into the world; saw the heavens, cloudy or blue sky, the horizon far, far away, the forest, meadows. Sometimes she saw animals; mostly birds, but if she looked really hard, she'd see others, like rabbits or foxes. To be honest, she didn't even know what she was waiting for.

And, one day, she saw a man. He came to the tower and looked up at her, shadowing his eyes with his hand, and suddenly she knew what she had been waiting for—but she also knew that it had been for naught; there was no way he was going to get her out of here.

But she was wrong, and all was well.