Aleksandra puts her book up. “Control.” She sighs and walks around. She closes her eyes, and the sound of water rings loud in her ears. She smiles and opens her eyes. Water reminds her of home, so she follows the sound and sits at the shoreline of a lake. Thinking that she’s alone, she starts to sing, her voice carrying across the water. “There was once a way to get back homeward. There was once a way to get back home. Sleep pretty darling do not cry and I will sing a lullaby.”