She’s many places, but she’s homeward bound.

You and Rachel were walking around the woods surrounding Camp, the trees offering shade from the blistering summer sun that you had grown accustomed to. Rachel’s red curls were in a messy bun, her green eyes darting around as she skipped ahead, collecting small rocks or other objects as she rambled on about nothing and everything. You followed close behind as you listened to her perfectly senseless rambles.