Miranda knew deep down that Thomas would eventually figure out that she had gone to the cabin, even though she had not been up here in years.  She never knew if he paid someone to do the upkeep, but she did too.  She had always wanted to make sure she had this place to hide if she needed to.  She knew that Thomas would come up here if he really needed to find her so she was surprised that he had forgotten about the place since it was his to begin with.<br/><br/>Miranda felt guilty for just taking off but she did send a text message stated that she was ok she thought that would be good enough.  “I suppose it’s a good thing that I am more important.”  Miranda said as she kind of rolled her eyes, “Maybe I am tired of being the center of everyone’s attention.”<br/><br/>Miranda watched as Thomas sat next to her on the couch and she could not help but laugh a little at his comment about her state of dress, “Well please don’t let the way I look stop you from speaking your mind, it has never stopped you before.”  For some reason a little of the old Miranda seemed to be coming out instead of the timid and shy one.<br/><br/>Well it didn’t take long for Thomas to go ahead and speak what was on his mind and she sat there and was nice enough and let him finish and she listened to everything.  “Actually I wasn’t thinking that was my problem.”  Miranda stated crossing her arms around her chest, “Everyone seemed to want me to remember things and I have been trying.  But I have everyone watching me all the time I never have time to myself.”  Miranda said as she went to stand up off the couch.  “How can I figure out my life if people are drowning me all the time?”<br/><br/>Miranda moved over to the cabinet that held some booze and she really wanted a drink.  She was actually able to drink her and she wasn’t at home.  So she poured a couple glasses of the brandy that she had there and went and handed one to Thomas.  “I did text both of you that I was ok.”  She said as she took a sip, “Besides the two of you needed to talk to each other because I was tired of the tension coming off of Brettly.”  Miranda had moved to sit on the arm of the couch next to Thomas.  “I didn’t want people to worry, I just needed space.”