New beginnings were always hard. They possessed a certain challenge that you had no choice but to face head on. But returning to the past was another kind of hardship altogether.
On a lone road, surrounded solely by forest on both sides, a bus halted at the 'Welcome to Beacon Hills' sign and a girl, in her mid-twenties with shoulder length hair stepped off. The driver had looked at her with a peculiar expression upon her request to be dropped just outside of town.
"You sure this is where you want to be dropped? There's still a decent walk till you actually see any humans." He asked.
She gave him a reassuring smile and simply waved, indicating for him to get the rest of the passengers to their destination.
"Alright." With that he started the bus with a jerk and continued on his way.
With a sole duffel bag in hand she peered at the sign till the bus was out of sight. "Welcome home, Emma." She whispered to herself and turned up to look at the crescent moon. She was back to where it all started – her home.