The music in her headphones..."if you lift me up, and get me through this night, I know I'll rise tomorrow, and I'll be strong enough to try..." She stared through the mist and clouds wondering where she had gone. What had become of her life, why here, why now? Kaitlyn wanted to run away from life, love, because she really had neither. The Adirondack mountains towered over her, the chill in the North Country air was giving her bare arms a chill. Kait's brother died yesterday, 9/10/01, and today even more people, so many people died. She was glad to be away from the city, but just the thought of living in New York was killing her inside. Adrian would have been 21 on Thursday the 13th, but he died 3 days earlier, and 1 day before all of the others. The ones that died in buildings and planes. New York, Kaitlin thought, would never ever be the same again.

(lyrics by Christina Aguilera)