Soft red glow from the sundown is coming through the dusty windows of a railcar and painting fantasies about future for her; this wonderful feeling of anxiety, familiar to travelers or fugitives, if they are different people, is getting stronger and stronger when she is looking forward to returning to a living home filled with happiness and carelessness, where she is not expected, moreover, people are even afraid of her, because everyone treats Death badly, but she considers every human soul her home and hopes that at least someone will prepare for her arrival.