They presumed she was focused on what was happening in the world outside that window.

Little did they know,
that their reflections could be observed through it.

Every movement seen,
every thought; thought of.

It was a mirror between fact and fiction,
as each acted out their role of much needed isolation.

Their mouths pursed tightly,
but still she could hear them thinking.

It came to a halt.

The bustle to get out began.

Expression of relief and freedom re-entered their lives again.