Well, that was certainly... Something. Windchimes created for [i]some[/i] unknown reason that... "By blue, do you mean melancholic or something else?" She would raise an eyebrow, before waving her hand. It didn't matter. First to America, and then onwards, to some foreign fields. Nodding slowly to herself, she would note both the louder noise and the moss starting to become more... [i]intentional.[/i] Of course, that was silly, mould didn't grow intentionally, but it was hard to think something hadn't manipulated the plants creeping across the walls.

Surpressing a shudder that threatened to roll down her back, she would focus on her feet- one step after the other after the other. It was now, when there was nothing to keep her mind company but the faint noise of the two walking, that the lack of her headache was the most notable. The [b]pressure[/b] that was lifted from her head! It was unbelievable! When it had started she had tried everything to get rid of it, from off-the-shelf paracetemol to codiene and even, foolishly, once, morphine, but nothing had quelled the feeling. For it now to be totally gone was such an alien feeling to her that she couldn't quite believe it.

Nonetheless, that was not what the focus should be on. It was time for her to meet her saviors... And those whom she was now indebted to. She didn't like that thought; she had managed to avoid any loan sharks for her whole life, and now here she was pretty much running into the arms of them.