Every since her time in Curdun Cay, Merry stopped sleeping laying down in a bed. Instead, she emulated her time in her cell. A web of wires stretched around the apartment she claimed as her own it spanned down hallways and through every room. Her bed, if it could even be called that, was a section of a room completely covered by a web of wires. In a way she can connect herself into the webs, sleeping as if the wires were a pod. Merry finds great comfort in the wires, they work as connectors through her entire house and ever parts of the city. She can feel through them. However, she was currently not sleeping. It was daytime to her knowledge. 

Merry crept around her home, the whole place cold and dark as if it was a cave of wire. She moved effortlessly though the wires as they moved out of the way for her. She made her way to the balcony, the only way for her to get fresh air and sunshine. She looked down over the city with a slight frown. Every day things got more and more violent between the human and the bio terrorists. Merry began to climb up the web of wires to the roof of the building. The sheer height of the building didn't seem to scare the young conduit. And neither did the fear of being attacked ever cross her mind.

She had heard about the recent attacks, the recent murders. But these did little to phase her. The two groups, on either extreme of existence, didn't seem to be doing anything other then take whacks at each other. As long as Merry didn't get involved she should be safe. And safe she had been since the evacuation of Curdun Cay. The first thing she had done was mooch her way into New York. She had overheard some other conduits saying it was a safe place to go. And on the way she got herself some new clothes, and some money by pulling a lame 'My mommie and I need money” line to every person who walked by. Sometimes she would get lucky and people would place money in her outstretched hands. 

Sometimes she got lonely. Actually it was more then sometimes. Practically every time Merry took a step back and realized how quiet it was she felt alone. So she was always playing music, or watching sometimes on an old television she plugged into a bunch of wires. She would watch old movies and eat whatever bags of chips or sandwiches she could scrounge up for the day. And watching movies almost took her away from this world and into theirs.