"Eaten?" The word comes out slowly, hesitantly. She holds one hand at chin level and makes a scooping motion toward her mouth with the other hand, the nightgown tucked precariously under her arm. Then she raises her eyebrows in question: "[Did I get that right?]"

Shaking her head no, she pats her stomach.

"[How did I come to be at a place like this?]"