After a few moments, she stopped, looking outside. The sound of the rain grew stronger. It fell in steady drops outside, progressing quickly into a downpour. She picked up her mug, the blanket on the side of her piano bench, and walked to the window, curling up with the mug in her hand and the blanket around her on the ledge.
After a few sips, she put the mug down, her hands on the window sill, and her head on her hands. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep.
The bullet found her in between her eyes, but she did not awaken.