Amaya sat in the cafeteria, a cup of hot cocoa in front of her. She fiddled with the marshmallows in her cup as she swung her legs slightly. She took a sip of her drink, looking at her arms. They were covered in scars. Mostly self inflicted, but it kept her from harming others.

Next to Amaya, Ada was writing in a notebook. She took notes, and generally just wrote about each day in the book. However it always took effort to read it. She wrote the book in the German. Ada ignored the world around her as she wrote. She was writing a recount of a dream she had in order not to forget it.