With flowers you got in Caitlyn's room, hoping to see her diligently resting, laying down in her bed, maybe drinking some soup, maybe you were ready to redo her bandages.

There had been another attack and Caitlyn was involved, suffering some wounds. Yet once you opened the door... You saw Caitlyn standing up as if nothing had happened, looking over the hundred pics she had on the floor. She walked, putting new pins and new threads.

"I know I can find a new lead here..." She whispered to herself.