"We've been together for so very long... but now things are changing, oh I wonder what's wrong?" a blond little girl asked herself, as she walked the big and empty halls of the Garden of time. "Seems you don't want me around..." she continued, running a hand through the circuits that would turn on the lights on the next set of halls so she could traverse them, while simultaneously turning off the lights behind her.
She stopped for a second to fiddle with it as it refused to respond instantaneously, it really wasn't odd, wouldn't be the first time she'd been keyed out of the system.
"I guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem," the girl muttered to herself, thinking about the possible reasons why her predicament was such, "that time you sold me to the whole hockey team..."
The memories made her shudder, and she felt her device's protest at the reminders of the time she'd played Midchildan Ice Hockey. Bardiche was NOT made to be used as a hockey stick.
"You used to think I was nice... now you tell all your friends that I'm the Antichrist..."
Not that there were many, she amended, but they were there.
"Oh why did you disconnect the brakes in my flight program?" she asked, frowning and stopping for a second, "that kind of thing is hard to ignore... I got a funny feeling, you don't love me anymore..."
"FATE!" came the shrill screech, stopping her musings.
Fate sighed and sped up, lest she keep her mother waiting. That never ended well.