"Tyne!"<br/><br/>A slight mental jump later, and her eyes were sliding up with a casual sort of retort, moving to lock with the source of her mental interruption. Being her partner, despite the comments that came to mind, she remained silent, gaze turning a bit more cynical.<br/><br/>"If you're through zoning out, could we get back to work? We've a lot of files to go through and not a lot of time to do it," he sneered, dropping yet another pile of papers onto her desk before leaving the room.<br/><br/>Following him as he left, Ephyra shut the door behind him, locking it with a inward sigh. Her steps moving about her office, heels dragging on the floor in dread at the new pile of papers awaiting her perusal. A sense of dread filling her at the onslaught of new criminals to analyze, to figure their inner motivations and predict their next targets, she stopped. Slouching against the wall, her hand over her eyes as she fought with herself to get a grip, a thought reverberated with her.<br/><br/>A thought she couldn't ignore.<br/><br/>Pushing away from the wall, there was a sort of harried rush for her desk, shoving file after file away until her fingers clutched piece she sought after. Scanning it again, memories filled her mind. Memories of a less monotonous time.<br/><br/>A time where she was happy.<br/><br/>She could almost see them, the group of friends she'd known so long ago, but lost contact with. Granted, she'd kept them in her thoughts, kept tabs on them far more than she probably should of...But the feeling of guilt wouldn't allow her to leave them be.<span style="font-style: italic">Will they be there?</span>she wondered, staring hard at the letter as she debated.<span style="font-style: italic">Will it be like old times? Will this feeling I have shake?</span>There was no doubt she was going, no way she could avoid it. It was all a question of when.<br/><br/>Grabbing her purse and scooping up the pile of papers, Eph marched down to Matthew's office, dropping them unceremoniously on his desk, a friendly smile on her face though her eyes remained cold. "If you're through slacking and not pulling your weight, these files won't read themselves. Thanks." With that, she walked back out, letting out a sigh of relief. Even when her boss came to try and accost her, she shook her head, giving the standard excuse any criminal psychologist gives when they need a day off:<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">"If I don't get time off, you'll be profiling me."</span></div><br/><br/>She slid into her car, dropping her purse next to her on the seat, realizing the letter was still in hand. Pulling out her phone, she tapped in the address, turning her radio off so she could hear the spoken directions and started off. It was a peaceful ride, despite the length in almost complete silence, as it afforded her time to think. It didn't matter how long it took her, not really. In the grand scheme of things, it wouldn't have mattered if she had to walk there. As long as she got there.<br/><br/>In no time, her car parked next to a few others, stepping out onto the dirt road, and loosing a sound of frustration. Being that she'd come directly from work, she was still wearing work attire, something not really suited for trekking through summer camps down memory lane. All she could really be thankful for, was the small miracle that she'd not opted for higher heels. "I'll get it out of my system," she told herself. "I'll go in, see a few familiar faces, and leave. Simple." Smoothing a hand over her pencil skirt, she walked, the need propelling her despite a growing sense of dread. "It's something I need to do..."<span style="font-style: italic">Something I need to do...</span><br/><br/>Whilst walking, she started growing hotter, so her jacket came off, slinging it over her shoulder just as the sign came into view. A small smile pulling at her lips, she nodded as if affirming to herself that she were really there. Off in the distance she saw someone, not recognizing her from the back, but it didn't matter. She was there for her, no one else. A voice resonated through the cabins, decidedly male, which had her interest peaked. Deciding to take a look herself, a few stray hairs pulling free of her bun in the breeze, she wandered away from the cabins, looking for any sign of life, anyone that could have actually called them.<br/><br/>"Hello?" Ephyra called, her melodic tones curious and tired. "Anyone here?"<br/><br/>She saw no one on the docks, no one in the fields, no one...anywhere. Apart from the one girl she happened to see upon entry, and the man she heard calling somewhere out of her sight line, there was no one.<span style="font-style: italic">Odd...</span>came her increasingly irked thought. Wandering back to the group, her eyes downcast as she came to recognize the first occupant she'd seen, she decided to bite the bullet....Though not with her. Instead, she jogged over to the main cabin, remembering where his voice had come from.<br/><br/>"Can any- ...Jon." Her voice paused, as did her movements as she'd stumbled into the room, eyes blinking in a moment of shock as the brilliant blues of her eyes calmed down. Taking in the sight of him was a blast from the past, happy and yet something was off, the feeling of guilt coming back full-force. "Nice to see you again...I take it you've not found anyone to answer any questions yet?"