[She nods, unsure of what to say for a minute. She's left with hope, with a promise that things might be better than she thinks. It's a nice feeling, one that she wants to curl up in and blanket herself with. Hope is sometimes hard to come by, it's a commodity and she wants to savor it while she ca.]

Keep trying to fill the hole sad nothing's there. I know the spots are empty but I can't find the right pieces. [She sighs, closing her eyes.] Maybe other people have to fill them.