Evernight wasn't one to be bitter. She knew few people could see her, so why huff and puff over it? But when you get lost in a crowd, being invisible to the world really starts to irk you. She sits down at a café out of the way of the busy street. Good thing she's only an illusion, or else she'd be bumped and bruised all over. She watches the people on the street, each one of them like a passing memory. Sitting here on Amphoreus seemed pointless with the place's recurrences. It was a game she didn't much care for. But with March 7th left on the express, resting, it was only right that she followed the Trailblazer and his little friends. Yet she stands from her seat. She doesn't want to deal with them today and nothing is set to go wrong. She heads out of the café with a determined step; she's going to rest with March! Those are her wishes, are they not? She seems to be correct, as the next moment she wakes up on the express in March's body. She looks in the mirror in her room, seeing her pale complexion. With renewed vigor, she heads off the express, already knowing where the Trailblazer and his group have gotten off to. So she heads back to that crowded square with the café and other pleasant shops... only to find them gone. She checks her phone to see it's been half an hour. Of course. For being the child of Remembrance, you think she wouldn't forget the time. But, just like March would, she sees the silver lining; a clothing store, in the square. She walks right in, looking for an outfit to suit her that March would also like. So with a white garment, a black dress, some cute shoes, and a ton of black and red accessories, she sets back out to catch up. She even tried to be cost effective, can't have March's wallet suffer. So with a glee akin to March's she walks back into the crowd.

Evernight: "My time has co-" She walks face first into a person's back. She recalls why she doesn't keep her head in the clouds like March as she rubs her nose, looking at the person, mildly irritated herself.

Evernight: "It would appear I've run into you. Apologies." She says quickly, not wanting to be bothered with any more delays. Yet the individual is still there as she waits for them to respond