“Of course I’m ready to hear everything. Even the boring and mundane as I’m sure you’re well acquainted with.” Her tone was smug as she watched him lean against the tree, that look on his face making her want to scream. He had been her friend, one of few in fact, and now even with him she still felt the need to be standoffish and defensive. It wasn’t so easy to shake what she had grown so accustomed to. “Indeed. One always adapts to whatever is thrown at them. You don’t have a choice really. You either adapt or you’re left in the dust.” There was a firmness in her words, an almost justification as to why she had become the way she had.<br/><br/>“New names? In that old stupid tree? I’d much rather remove mine from it if it’s all the same to you, and of course you’re daft enough to want to go off into those woods in the dark. The trail was faint even then, and you want to try and navigate it in the dark? Still. I do wish to remove my name from that thing if it even still stands. It’s probably long since been kindling at one of these ridiculous campfires they clearly still do here. Can’t you smell it in the air? I’ll never get that horrid smell from my clothes. Fine material gone to waste at camp hell.” She shifted on her heels, her body language still posturing as was her attitude. “But fine. I’ll go. I’ll even lead the way. Anything to get any connection from me and this place….and so on wiped away.” She headed out in front of him down towards the path and into the woods glad for the moonlight and the stars as the night began to grow darker. Even with that light she still did not see the figure until it was too late. It was as if it had appeared out of nowhere, and after their collision she could make out the face. Pausing for a moment, she swallowed before asking the question she thought she never would again. “Serenity?” That was impossible. She had written to her so often, and at first, they had stayed in contact. It all seemed to stop all at once though. Little did she know her father was keeping all contact from her. The phone messages, the letters, anything Serenity sent her, he discarded it lying to her telling her there was nothing for her. He wanted his daughter to grow up and forget her past. Apparently she did just that. Robbie’s mumbled voice followed soon after, and her eyes widened. It simply could not be. “Robbie?” They were all there and together once more. What am I suppose to do now she thought.