Sara nodded her head but said nothing at the moment thinking for a moment what it was about the color blue that she liked so much, that even after all this time she still remembered its vibrant and energetic aura. Then it hit her and she stopped dead in her tracks as she remembered why she loved that color so much, "Blue was the color of her eyes..." she said aloud mostly to herself, her mind lost in some distant memory. Then the face of her mother greeted her and she felt a single tear slide down her cheek, wiping it away with the back of her hand and taking a shuddering deep breath she walked on. Thinking about her mother after all these years was not something that she wished to do. She did not want to think about what happened to her after the fall of the world, how she survived, if she survived. If someone one found her and....<br/><br/>She had to take another breath and swallow back the bile that rose in her throat at the thought of some man or group of men doing to her mother what was done to her. Perhaps it was better traveling alone? Then there was no need to fill the silence and then she would not be asking about favorite colors and remembering why hers was blue....