Chihiro can daydream about them all day, wondering if they are doing the same.

Bold strokes flew onto her sketch book with firm hands. A beautiful scenery of a vast meadow with a river flowing in-between. A lovely bathhouse with smoke coming up the chimney. Strange figurines such as a multi-limbed man, a witch with an oversized head, and a silvery white dragon filled up the blank sheet of paper in her hands.

Yes, Chihiro will continue to wonder about them. Thinking, dreaming, waiting.

She expects something to happen. Anything. Some sign that she made a mark on that world. Some sign that it still exists.

It never comes.

And as Chihiro continues to grow up, she looks at her childhood dreams in a more realistic manner. She realizes that she is only a human. A speck in their lives. Her entire lifetime would pass like a minute to the Spirit World. She imagines that Haku would only have seen her as a face you meet, and greet then never see again.

And Chihiro's hypothesis is actually true. In the other side—the Spirit World—no one remembers much about Chihiro. Lin and Yubaba may have the slightest memory of her but she doesn't really stand out. When mentioned, they would just nod, give a comment and move on. As for Haku, he remembers her a little more because she is of course, the one who set him free in the first place, but Chihiro only stands out to him as a distant friend—someone who has once stood out in his memory but has faded beneath more pressuring things.

And it upsets Chihiro to think like that. It upsets her because it is true. So Chihiro has decided that she will not think of such things.

From then one, she only thought of the great things. She would daydream about conversations with her spirit friends she'll never have. She doesn't care if they aren't true. She'd rather be clouded with happy delusions than to see the horrible truth.

Anything but the truth.