It just goes to show... it's always the quiet ones.

She shrugged, rubbing at the bags she knew were under her eyes.

"A little last night. It's sort of hard to rest right when I can't get the thought that any time I close my eyes could be the last time I see someone out of my head."

Henry and her father specifically.

Aoko's disappearance back in September had come back to mind sharply-- she'd left the other girl for a few hours, saying 'See you later for dinner'. And then she was gone.

"Maybe it'll be easier once we get to the city."

The mental image of waking up in a deserted campground with two empty sleeping bags next to her was a little too powerful to banish easily.