It has been four years since you last died. It has been four, very long, years since you were thrust into this perversion of a universe you once knew. Nothing is familiar here anymore. You want to despise this new world you have found yourself in. It is so close to home, so much like it in so many ways. But it is a blatant and blaring lie. A false world, which is why you want so much to hate it. But you can't. It is your home now. Your life once more.

The fact of the matter is, the sole reason why you cannot hate this new world is...

You are alive.

And if you are alive, then others may be as well.

You, Rose Lalonde, are a determined young woman. You have done everything you possibly could to survive in this new realm and now you are thriving. It was hard, so hard, to make a new life for yourself in this country when you did't technically exist. But you do exist and you went through any means to make it so. You lied through your teeth.

You went to a hospital, fake tears in your eyes (it had not been long since you first woke up so they might have been real). You told them you couldn't remember a thing, only your name (you know this isn't unusual for amnesiac as you had studied subjects like this once upon a time) and that you woke up in a random ally.

"Rose Lalonde," you hiccuped to them when they asked for your name, knowing no one would be looking for you as they didn't exist anymore.

Things had progressed slowly from there. They tried, in vain, to help you regain some bit of lost memory (only it was still there, all of it, in sharp, painful detail). They eventually let you go and handed you over to a program to deal with amnesiacs that remained unclaimed for a long period of time. Through the waiting period you were close to a computer at all times. Searching and searching. You would not give up.

They finally gave you starting money(a small amount), an apartment (tiny but not wretched), and a job(at a flower shop, "It's fitting," they told you, "because your name is Rose." You weren't as amused.)

And on you searched. Searched and waited.

You found Jade first.

She made the headlines as a wild-girl. Raised by wolves on an uncharted island. They found her to be uncannily civilized. She asked for passage to America. "My name is Jade Harley and I would very much like to see my friends." (You inferred that she had also not lost hope.) You tracked her story on the news. (People lost interest, but you soaked in every detail and managed a way to contact her.) The minute she set foot in the U.S. she was taken to be legalized. You groaned and gnashed your teeth at the unnecessarily long process. When that was done you snatched her up.

You live together now in a slightly bigger apartment. She works at a cafe and you at the flower shop. Both of you are still overjoyed to have eachother's presence once again. Reunited with hope-filled hearts.

You search now for the boys, wanting to find them next. Waiting and hoping. Maudlin and melancholy reach you at times and you feel as if you will never find the others (or worse, find evidence of their death). You have more hope to find the boys than you do the trolls.
You are human, the trolls... The trolls were not. There was no way of knowing if they were brought here, if they still lived upon Alternia (this universe had no contact with outer space), or what had happened to them at all.

You ached at that thought terribly.

Jade was more optimistic in her thought and searched avidly and with cheer. She brought you out of your grief and held you together. You were thankful for that.

Things looked bleak but you turned to the distance instead.

So still you searched.

And still you hoped.