Woman, 29, lives with her slightly older sister in a tiny rundown house, present day. She's stolen a baby from a stroller on the street when the mother was looking away and is now sitting alone in the interrogation room of a police station just after questioning. She talks to the police, who can't hear her, and her conscience.

February...It's February, that's why. Things are better in July, with the sun, and at night, stars you can see with no snow clouds in the way. (yells at door, down right) You have nothing! You can't hold me here on nothing! (to herself) I think.

(Convincing herself) It's not because I was lonely. I wasn't lonely. I'm not lonely. Being lonely is for people who aren't smart enough to think for themselves and need someone else to tell them how to be. Like my sister. You would have thought I'd killed someone the way she reacted. She just wouldn't touch his little hand and see how it was.

She's stubborn like that. She could have got the gas and electric kept on if she wasn't. She wouldn't ask for extra time to pay, no, too proud to do that, and now they've gone and charged her the whole four hundred for the year. I guess she learned that from me. Silly how people seem to trade personality traits after awhile sometimes.

But I can't think too much about that, or they'll use that, to make me confess and all that crap. I guess they figure if they make you all sentimental, then they've got you in the bag. But I'm not going to break down to like they want me to, like those saps on CSI. (mockingly) "I just snapped." "I didn't mean it." "My mother never held me as a child." No. That's not an excuse. I didn't snap, I did mean it, and my mother held me plenty, thank you for asking. (half yelling, to the door) And I tell you, I'm not lonely! I wouldn't let my sister tell me that or my high school counselor tell me that and I'm not letting you tell me that! I'm not!

(Quieter) I've never been. That's not why. It's just...I'm just...so cold...(wraps arms around herself.)