Others would point at the entire course of history and stare at the first people, with one of those 'you've gotta be kidding me' looks on their faces.
It's impossible to say who's right and who's wrong, but if one had to base their theory entirely on this situation, they'd probably go with the latter.
Their pet fugitive had gone somewhere, as an admittedly small-and-hard-to-see-in-the-dark note left on top of their pile of rolled-up sleeping bags would have told them if they'd found it. That somewhere had been into town (don't worry, she'd brought her Box (tm)) to visit her injured pal Rise and have some much-needed girly bonding time (though she'd resisted at first).
The Heather that was making her way through the woods back towards camp looked more or less the same, but with noticeably shorter, fluffier, and black-root-less hair. Turned out Rise really knew what she was doing with scissors and dye, she'd done a better job than even Heather had back in the old days when she'd done it herself in that shabby little apartment bathroom.
Squinting through the dark, she rubbed the back of her neck as she finally breached the brush at the edge of the clearing, box hanging over one shoulder like a really weird, strapless backpack. Was that them standing there already? Good, they'd made it back without dying or something.
"Guys, I'm back," she announced herself a little sleepily, taking off the box. "Listen, sorry I haj-gghfffwhoa."
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Others would point at the entire course of history and stare at the first people, with one of those 'you've gotta be kidding me' looks on their faces.
It's impossible to say who's right and who's wrong, but if one had to base their theory entirely on this situation, they'd probably go with the latter.
Their pet fugitive had gone somewhere, as an admittedly small-and-hard-to-see-in-the-dark note left on top of their pile of rolled-up sleeping bags would have told them if they'd found it. That somewhere had been into town (don't worry, she'd brought her Box (tm)) to visit her injured pal Rise and have some much-needed girly bonding time (though she'd resisted at first).
The Heather that was making her way through the woods back towards camp looked more or less the same, but with noticeably shorter, fluffier, and black-root-less hair. Turned out Rise really knew what she was doing with scissors and dye, she'd done a better job than even Heather had back in the old days when she'd done it herself in that shabby little apartment bathroom.
Squinting through the dark, she rubbed the back of her neck as she finally breached the brush at the edge of the clearing, box hanging over one shoulder like a really weird, strapless backpack. Was that them standing there already? Good, they'd made it back without dying or something.
"Guys, I'm back," she announced herself a little sleepily, taking off the box. "Listen, sorry I haj-gghfffwhoa."
RECORD-SCREECH MOMENT.