At her sister's revelations, Olivia's felt her body suddenly become weak and unable to support itself. She needed to sit, but she missed the bed and slid onto the floor. Her robe splayed around her and with arms and legs limp, she bore a striking resemblance to a marionette that had just had all it's strings cut. Her brown eyes looked past Pearl at a point beyond fixed on nothing.

"No. You're wrong! It can't be true. No. No. No."