These days, Mina rarely left the Inn, unless she was working a shift at the hospital. She wasn't even going shopping any more, although there were still dozens of shopping bags all around the room, most of them untouched. Everywhere she went, Mina just felt overwhelmed with depression, so she no longer wanted to go anywhere. Ventrue were, of course, prone to derangement, far more than the other clans, but that wasn't what she was feeling. Mina hadn't uttered the word aloud, but she knew it: Loneliness.

Tonight was one of those rare exceptions when she bothered to go someplace other than the hospital. The docks. For many hours, she just stood there, watching the water, listening to it splash against the wooden wharf. She let the smell absorb into her clothing, a simple, white shift (oh yes, Mina had taken to wearing dresses much in the style of those from her married life). And somehow, she lost track of the time.

It was near sunrise when she finally returned to the room, taking her hat off and hanging it on a peg in the wall. She nodded vaguely to Anna, crossing over to her couch where her CiD sat on the arm, untouched for weeks. There, she lay down, folding her hands on her chest, closing her eyes.