<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:Paris, the flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: all<br/><hr/>Emily lets her fingers trail over some of the words on the pages as she wonders, gray eyes relaxed to take it in, eased by the emotional distance she throws between herself and anything that might be out there.<br/><br/>"Sure," she says softly, the word "Monstre", black, tall letters staring up boldly at her.  "Let's go."