It had been a couple hours since the train unexpectedly halted, and Serene, wanting little to no questions at all by anyone, slipped away like sand to travel by themselves throughout Prehevil. While this was absurd—especially in such a town as this—Serene was already too far from the train to turn back. Coming across a shopping district, they slow their gait to gaze at the stores around them. It reminds them of home, those window-walled places with TVs all playing. Sometimes it was of them.