* * * * * * * Gally in the sky with diamonds *
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Look for the girl
with the sun in her eyes
and she's gone...

"You shouldn't take it so hard. We did all we could."

The young woman lifted her head, just a bit dazed. Her arms, folded on the table in front of her, were slightly damp. She fumbled for her glasses, which lay next to the food tray just besides her elbow. The meal was untouched.

"Uh, I'm sorry doctor, I know, I'm fine. Silly me..." her voice trailed off.

"It's sad. It always is," he said, taking a seat next to her. She simply nodded.

"You were just transferred to IC, were you not?"

"Um, yes, three days ago..." her voice again faded.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Still gazing blankly ahead, she began to speak.

"I was hoping so much she would make it. I used to talk to her, you know? I've never done that with patients before, it's just not a good idea. But she listened. You saw the EEGs. In her dreams, she listened."

The man assented thoughtfully. A comatose person does not dream, and he knew she was probably aware of this. And yet...

"It's so unfair. Such a stupid accident. So unfair."

"It wasn't an accident, Ruw."

The nurse turned around, a quizzical expression on her face.

"When she was brought in nine days ago," he continued, "I briefly managed to speak to one of her co-workers. He told me that just after the explosion she headed towards the junction. She was not trapped in the arc when it happened. I haven't seen him since, but that's what he told me. I'm pretty sure that's what happened."

"Why?" Ruw was now slightly paler.

The man gave her a sad smile.

"Do you know what would have happened if the ring's sections had collided with full force? If nothing had come between them?"

Ruw looked at him, not sure if she wanted to believe or not. Ultimately, however, they both knew it really didn't matter.

"She knew what she was doing. She was a very special person, but we already knew that, didn't we?"

Ruw nodded, ever so slightly, without saying a word. The man sighed, and then slowly stood up.

"You should go home now, get some sleep," he said, as he began to turn away.



"F33-405," Ruw repeated, "that was her ID on the report. No name, just F33-405. I wish I had at least known her name."

The man looked at Ruw, thinking for a moment. She looked very tired, very sad. He leaned close to her, and whispered in her ear.

"Carol," he said, "that's what her co-worker called her when she was brought in, Carol."

The man straightened up and walked away. Ruw watched him leave. As he turned a corner and disappeared she noticed the large observation window at the end of the corridor. A thin strip of what formed the majestic Bahn Ring glittered in the darkness. Behind it the stars sparkled like diamonds, unaware as ever of the little tragedies which took place beneath their glow.