[She's somewhere in Sector 7 and her bike is nowhere in sight, meaning she's been tromping around through a field for a while now. Her feet are cut up from her shoes and the flora she's been walking through. Hair is a windblown mess, her long sleeved dress is hanging lopsided on her shoulders, and her makeup isn't much better.]

The police can't even find me. I can do anything I wanna because nobody gives a crap. There's no solution. To none of this! It's all just...just...it's all useless!

[She raises her voice and yells out into the empty expanse of farmland.] Hear me, God? Daddy! You can blow me!