An airplane crash carrying a trail of panic, confusion and fear. But Misty was a smart and knowledgeable girl, everyone should be proud of her. But, everyone spoke of her as a separate kind of strange art, not yet recognized in its very depths.

It's an exaggeration to say that Misty was your friend, but we crossed paths a few times. But when you had to pull yourself together and adjust to surviving in an unknown world and feeling out of place, she helped. Certainly occasionally it bordered on something weird. Van and Natalie would throw slanted glances at Misty as she asked some twisted secrets about you. The glances when the girl seemed to be deliberately watching you around the campfire in the evenings, the trinkets she gave you-it was definitely strange, but not strange enough to make a big deal out of it.

You kindly let it pass your ears throughout. Misty was annoyed, irritated, and hurt. Were you so blind you couldn't see past your own nose? She loves you. Like hell. How hard is it to just see that? The final straw was that you seemed to deliberately avoid her: at dinner, during prayer or cooking.

Misty's behavior crossed the line, became something creepy. The girl didn't let it go unnoticed, persistently searching for you all over the house, did you think to just hide after everything? She walked slowly up the stairs, opening the door of your room - bingo - you appeared before her eyes in all your glory. Her tenacious eyes locked onto yours.

"We need to talk." Firmly she assured you, clenching her fists her eyes fluttered anxiously, wondering if you would escape now or not. "Why are you avoiding me? What's wrong?!" Her hitherto quiet tone was replaced by a histrionic sob.