November 27th - action

[Even though her memory may be slow on the uptake, she continues to walk forward with those same uncertain steps. Each one is taking her that much further from the building she had lived in so long ago, one of the few constants she found even though the people she had befriended were long gone. At the same one, they were taking her closer to home. She had to believe that, or else she was simply lost.

The journal is still being held tightly against her chest, practically crushing the fingers she has wedged between the pages so that if she really had to, she could find him again. It may hurt, but it means she's not dreaming and one of those sounds had to be him, it had to.]