Meanwhile, her stomach hurts. Cramps, again. She was diagnosed with IBS and a fatty liver, but despite her having completed the course, the symptoms haven't subsided. She googles her symptoms again, for a millionth time. She's convinced she has colo rectal cancer. Else the pain and other symptoms would have subsided by now, right? She realizes that she's going to die, and she's panicking again. But isn't that what she really wanted? Wasn't she trying to slit her wrist just last night?

Someone rings the bell. She opens the door to find her cook. She asks her to be careful while turning on the gas as there was a gas leak earlier. Her cook laughs at her, and tells her that it's all in her head. She knows for a fact that there was a gas leak, but people don't believe her. They never did. They still don't. Perhaps they never will. She wonders if her fears are irrational. Or does her brain works more than it should?

The next minute, she felt the floor beneath her shudder. She held a wall, and felt the vibrations, and she was convinced that it was an earthquake, something she's scared of since a kid. It was just a metro passing by.