Beatrice: [Can the reaper see Beatrice from inside]
 : [Beatrice, you... can't hear anything, now.]
 : [The room may be soundproof.]
Beatrice: [Beatrice...lowers her cane.]
Beatrice: [She props herself against the wall...and as she rests against it...slides down to the floor.]
Beatrice: [The frills of her ridiculous maid outfit billowing as she does.]
Beatrice: [She crosses her arms, as she holds tight her cane.]
Beatrice: [And she buries her face in them.]
Beatrice: I'm sorry....I'm so sorry...
Beatrice: This is it...isn't it?
Beatrice: I'm such a fool.
Beatrice: But for once...I wanted to noble like you were.
Beatrice: To be able to hold my head high in earnest.
Beatrice: Maybe then I would see it.
Beatrice: I would see what you did.
Beatrice: [She keeps crying, burying her face in her sleeves.]
Beatrice: I don't want to go...
Beatrice: It's far too soon...
Beatrice: ...though.
Beatrice: I guess that runs in the family, doesn't it?
Beatrice: [Beatrice clutches at her coat, the cold now from the outside and in as her blood runs cold.]
Beatrice: [Her gripi on the cane weakened by the cold sensation in her palms.]
Beatrice: [She wipes her face.]
Beatrice: [Slowly but surely, she starts to pick herself off the ground- her shaking hands clutching her cane to assist herself.]
Beatrice: [With nothing left to do, she looks to the terminal that cost her the one chance to run.]