77. Hell Of A Wrath.

Beyond the glass french doors of the modern-day cabin, soft city lights faux glowed through a pair of billowing silk curtains.

Behind the door's glass insets, a majestic view of the skyline appeared with startling beauty. 

There wasn't a cloud in the star-speckled sky. Rows of towering sky-scrapers stretched above her, their windows alight from within.

A half-moon hovered at the fringes of the luminous city-scape, where the red blinking lights of distance radio towers twinkling in the night.

An industrial-based smog of pollution coated the whole area, acting as a milky filter.

The fog softened the hard lines of buildings and diffused the orange glow of sodium vapour street lamps.

Billina was sitting on her chair, facing the windows, and admiring the view.

She planned to stay here and think about things, the things she was avoiding... she has to make a decision now.

The office room was quiet and calm, the lights were off and darkne