"OH, Honey, I wish you wouldn't worry about me," she said as her hourglass silhouette moved about the darkened apartment.

"Here we go, I knew I had these somewhere."

Retrieving some candles from a drawer in her antique hutch, she lights them, her warm smile coming into focus - a gentle face framed by short whisps of silver hair. Her emerald eyes seem to be a million miles away behind her glasses as she stares at the photographs on the mantle: her beloved Jerry, gone ten years this past November.

"I can certainly take care of myself," she sighs, switching thoughts. "Besides, I think I quite like the chance to use these candles. Something about the flicker of candle light just seems so..." Her voice trails off.

"Well, now you've seen the old lady is safe, you can head back across the hall or," her voice shifting subtly, "if you don't want to sit alone in the dark, you can keep me company a little longer?"