As Hannah stood by the window overlooking the large city, she was extremely nervous. She kept brushing her paneled skirt down to perhaps get rid of the last minute jitters. She looked down at her arms that were finally healing though a great portion of her life could be told by the road map that were her veins, this no longer scared her but empowered her.

Voices could be heard behind her but she paid them no mind. They would call her when it was her turn. She was wearing her brown hair in a simple ponytail and had bangs on her forehead. She wore a simple watch, a yellow short sleeved blouse, the aforementioned skirt had a floral pattern, there was a simple cross around her neck, and her shoes were light pink flats. She looked the epitome of spring.

Finally a young man that looked no older than a graduate student called her name. She turned around with a small smile. Before her stood the young man, a bigger man, and a wheelchair. Hannah stared at the wheelchair for a long moment then shook her head:

"No thanks, I will not need that today."

The younger man nodded and then proceeded to lead her into a room where he held the door open for her. She glanced over her shoulder at the wheelchair. Just like her old life, it seemed so past tense now.

No, she would never need that again.....