After a devastating breakup with her former lover, Lucille becomes a recluse for a period of time and puts her efforts into her job and her daughter. It almost becomes a nightly routine where she will brush the hair of her young daughter for an hour, humming softly the lullaby, "Hush, Little Baby", while staring blankly at different trinkets and ornaments that adorn her duchess dressing table. To some, it would seem that Lucille had lost all sense of normality, and at times there is another part of her that likes to come out of the dark to try and create chaos in her otherwise, mundane existence. But, is her alter-ego real, or is it her own doubts that prevent her from finding happiness.
—C.A.Milson