"Through the wall like the others, Mitzara." Mitzy shifted as her father pointed to the wall which some children around her age had walked through. "I- I'm going to miss you father..." Her accent had a hint of Irish to it, though not as thick as her father's. He knelt down to his daughter's height, hugging her tightly. "You'll see me again, Mittens." Mittens... Mitzy hadn't heard that nickname in a long time. Tears welled in her deep blue eyes as her father released her. "Remember, you have Harold." They both giggled as Mitzy looked to her luggage, where her sloth slept soundly on top, his little hat nearly falling off his head. Mitzy gathered her luggage, lifting Harold over her shoulder, then walked through the wall. She waved her father goodbye as she sank through, the train coming into view. Sighing through both sadness and excitement, Mitzy boarded the train, settling herself and her things in an empty compartment, where she was alone with her sloth and her thoughts. "Well, Harold," she patted her pet on the back. "This'll be out longest adventure yet." She smiled as Harold squeaked happily in agreement.