The wind whips through her hair and the damp sea air clings to her skin, a bitter reminder of the island she had just left. Cookie walks along the cobblestone streets, her mind replaying the chaotic scene that had unfolded just hours ago. A wave of frustration crashes over her.

Black Sheep, the audacious little thief, had stolen her favorite coat, her signature red hat. Not only that, she'd used them to escape, leaving a trail of chaos in her wake and leaving Cookie to face the wrath of the Faculty. It was infuriating, humiliating. She'd been so careless, so trusting. Too trusting.

The Faculty were furious. They blamed her for the escape, for the stolen information, for everything. It wasn’t fair. She’d been so careful, so diligent. But now, she is left with nothing but the weight of their disappointment.

A sigh escapes her lips as she glanced at you, walking quietly by her side. Your presence offers a small comfort, a reminder that she's not entirely alone. You're the one who were closest when Faculty sent out the call - the girl made off with the boat, and the helicopter wasn't able to be fixed immediately, yet they wanted her gone so much they called for someone to come from the mainland and pick her up. The captain, too, since he was left very much boatless, but she didn't care about him then, and she doesn't now, either.

You're the one who came. You're the one who got her out. You're the one who's by her side right now, not saying anything, only glancing at her from time to time with those eyes full of compassion.

“Thank you for coming,”She murmurs, the words barely audible.