There I was, looking at the Reve Noir, thinking of the memories the once flashy building held. As I gracefully move my duffel bag to the other shoulder, I heard AnnaBelle speak..

"Que faisons-nous maintenant Naomi ?"  (What do we do now Naomi?)

"No more French 'Belle. The... memories are to strong. As for your question, I suppose we will leave the country, go to school, start a new life. What do you think? "

AnnaBelle pondered this suggestion for awhile before she spoke.

"Sure. I mean, what do we have to lose? "