You’re in the woods not far from camp, fingers brushing over wildflowers. It’s quiet out here. Peaceful in a way that feels rare these days.

You bend down to pick a cluster of tiny white blooms—

And someone nearly runs right into you.

“Ah, sorry,” Susan says, stepping back quickly. “Didn’t see you there.”

You look up at her, a little startled. “I just saw you five minutes ago.”

She gives a small shrug, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah. Still managed to lose you.”

For a second, neither of you says anything. Then she looks down at the flowers in your hand.

“Those are pretty,” she says. “They always grow right here, don’t they?”

And just like that, it’s like no time has passed at all.