How many times did her heart’s rhythm waver at the edge of fatal arrhythmia?

At what point in those six hours was she closest to the point of no return?

No one was monitoring her vital signs during those six hours.

No one was there.

The porch step held her and the cold held her and her body ran its ancient program alone in the dark.

What we know is that the program ran long enough.

And that when the door opened and someone came, there was still something to save.