[center][h1][color=0072bc]Lonely World, Season One Prologue[/color][/h1][/center]

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[hr][h3][color=gray]May 3rd, 2018 - Three Months before the St. Mary’s accident…[/color][/h3]
[sub][h3][color=gray]Highway 407, to Toronto Pearson International Airport [/color][/h3][/sub]
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Lizzy cruised down the highway in her white Nissan Sentra, a sporty little car that her mother had bought for her when she had gotten her G2 driver’s license. Despite it’s lackluster engine, it was still pretty fast for a four-cylinder and got amazing gas mileage to boot. She glanced down to the climbing speedometer-- now just barely touching 120km/h, and grinned, pressing a little harder on the gas pedal before pushing in the clutch and dropping down into sixth gear. She bobbed her head along to Blink-182 as she drove, knowing that her control over music would soon be over.

It wasn’t long before she had begun to see signs for the airport and started to make her way to the right side of the highway, veering off onto the ramp towards the arrivals side of Pearson International. She’d been on this route a hundred times, and although this way the first time she was the driver, it felt no different than before. Picking up her mother who had been on yet another business trip, in yet another distant country, talking with yet another potential backer. It was like clockwork. Predictable. She had given up on being upset whenever her mother left, and began to see it as just another week.

She pulled into a parking lot and put it into second before yanking on the emergency brake and turning off the car. Lizzy grabbed her phone and purse, popping her earbuds in before locking the car and making her way inside. The sound of Elton John filled her head as she paced through the airport. She glanced to her phone for a brief moment before quickly sending off a text to her mother.

[i] “You here yet?” [/i]

Lizzy pocketed the device before making her way over to the Tim Horton’s tucked off to the side of the corridor, grabbing herself a muffin and coffee before taking a seat at one of the benches. She closed her eyes and lost herself in [i]Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting[/i], the driving guitar hook and Elton’s distinct voice dragging her down into the depths of her musically driven mind as she waited for a response from her returning mother.