They’d noticed a change. Not just the usual pre-teen moods and movements but something deeper, more fundamental. The word “anxious” didn’t really cover it. It was a power full mixture of fear and anger. The last holiday had made it worse. The walks without swimming along the river, the night time strolls under starless, artificially light skies; the song less soundscape. They’d watch her, helpless. They had to get her to a place where she could experience it all, with all her senses, feel again. Give her hope. They watched as she put the headset on. They watched and waited.