Bridget took a bite of a grilled cheese, she didn't want to eat, but hunger had gotten the best of her. Each bite felt like a betrayal of her grief. In her ear she heard Stillwater rise up from the softness around her shoulders, "You need to eat. No one wants you to starve." Bridget sneered at her. She knew she was right. "No one wants me to starve," she said back to herself. "No one wants me to starve. No one wants me to starve." It became a mantra as she chewed each bite. "You deserve nourishment," Stillwater whispered in her ear. "No one wants me to starve," Bridget replied back until her sandwich was gone.