We got the hell out of Brooklyn after that.

Winter fussed over me for a while, showing genuine concern for me, and it made me feel a lot better. We stayed in New York, careful not to wander past the outskirts of any city, sleeping in dusty motels that had cracks in the walls and smelled like cigarettes.

Winter eventually did fall asleep a week after I had run into Captain Rogers; I just woke up in the middle of the night to him snoring beside me face down on the bed. I grinned to myself, threw a blanket over him, and fell back asleep.

Winter would drift back into his mind sometimes, every once in a while he would just sit down on a bench while we were out walking or I'd wake up to him sitting in a chair and staring at the motel wall and he wouldn't move for a few hours. I usually just sat next to him and worked on my creation that was growing bigger every time I got my hands on something from a junkyard or when Winter came back from wandering around with bits and pieces of things that I knew full well that he was stealing. I thought about stripping the glider for parts, but I couldn't sacrifice our only means of escape in an emergency. The glider hadn't seen much use as it was too cold to travel on it long distances, but I knew I would he dead sorry if I didn't have it someday.

It was December when the incident happened. It was plastered all over the news, all of the stores closed and no one dared venture out onto the streets.

Tony Stark, one of the Avengers, had created a robot with artificial intelligence and it had turned on him. The robot, called Ultron, built itself an army and used it to lift an entire city in Sokovia into the sky. Winter and I couldn't do anything but watch on the small, fuzzy screen of the tv in our motel room as the Avengers fought against Ulrton's robots, but it seemed hopeless. The city was large enough that when it dropped it was going to kill hundreds of thousands of people in Europe. Along with Captain Rogers.

Winter wanted to find somewhere safer, but I told him that there wasn't a point. If Ultron won we wouldn't be safe anywhere. I remember that I was squeezing Winter's hand when the footage showed the city exploding in the air, raining down buildings and masses of rock into the forests and water surrounding the crater where the city used to sit. People had been killed, a lot of people, but not nearly as many as would have died had the Avengers not defeated Ultron. I cried out of relief, burying my head in Winter's shoulder.

In wake of the city being destroyed, a lot of political leaders lashed out at the Avengers, and I remember Winter staying up late, fixated on the screen, as the secretary of state complained about Captain Rogers, blaming the fall of the helicarriers in D.C. on him and now this.

"Captain Rogers saved a lot of people," I mumbled, curled up in a blanket on the bed behind where Winter was sitting. "They can't think anyone's buying this, can they?"

I, personally, was afraid of Captain Rogers with everything I had in me, because he was going to stop at nothing to find Winter and I didn't know how that was going to bode for either of us. He seemed to be a good man, as all of Winter and my research pointed out, but we couldn't trust him.

One of the Avengers had died in the accident, a man named Pietro Maximoff. He and his sister, Wanda, were superhumans; he had impossible speed and she seemed to be telekinetic. That was literally all that was said of their powers on the news, but the same politician that had bashed Captain Rogers spat that they were abominations and that the surviving sister and others like her needed to be thrown in prison or heavily monitored and kept away from civilization at the very least. There were pictures online of shabby memorials built in Pietro's memory out of stuffed animals, candles, and flowers. He had saved a lot of people, and no matter what anyone said, it didn't seem like people were going to forget that.

Christmas Eve came without me realizing it until I saw the date on a newspaper when Winter and I were out walking. The motel we were staying in at the time was next to an old church with a tall, dark bell tower and on Christmas Eve at midnight, I walked outside and stared up at the tower, its loud bells announcing that Christmas was here. Snow was falling in big, fluffy clusters and the streetlights of the town made the sky a bright orange. My face split into a grin as I looked up into the sky and the falling snow kissed my face and I laughed, loudly and freely for the first time since we had left Isabel's. I fell backwards into the snow, happy to feel the cold padding of it beneath me and I couldn't wipe the grin off of my face as I stared into the sky and watched the snow fall. The bells stopped, fading and echoing through the town for a minute, and then everything was quiet again.

Winter appeared above me, looking down at me curiously and I chuckled and held my hands up for him to pull me up. He hoisted me up out of the snow and I just looked at him for a minute in the silence disturbed only by the soft sound of the snow piling up. He gently brushed the snow out of my hair and I smiled contently. I stood on my toes to gently kiss his scruffy cheek and my heart thudded loudly.

"Merry Christmas, Winter," I hummed softly, leaning into him.

He looked down at me, eyebrows raised in surprise. A small smile spread across his face. "Merry Christmas, Stella," he said quietly.

We stood outside in the quiet cold air until I couldn't feel my fingers and then we went back inside. I sat in the rickety motel chair in front of the window and watched the snow fall until I couldn't stay awake anymore. Winter had moved me into the bed and was asleep soundly next to me. I curled up next to him and drifted off, warm and safe.

January went by without incident.

The robot I had been working on was coming along alright; the circuits and inner wiring of it were working fine, but… the thing didn't have any framing or a body of any sort. I had named it Io. I wanted to go to a scrapyard of some kind and find some pieces to make my creation's body out of, but there didn't seem to be anything like that around where we were drifting through.

I all but forgot about the strange shadows and faces I had seen the day we went to Captain Roger's previous apartment.

Winter told me that he was going away for a short time, and by now I was used to him leaving for a couple days.

"Be careful," I told him, pulling his hair out of his face for him.

He smiled down at me. "I always am."

I lounged around the hotel room for a few days, rewiring things that didn't need rewired in the inner mechanics of what was almost a robot. If Io had had a body it would have been ready to go; it had an apparatus that allowed it to detect smells, it was wired to be friendly to Winter and I exclusively unless I ordered it otherwise, it responded to my commands as much as it could.

I didn't start to worry until the third day when we had arranged to move from the motel to another one.

I left the motel casually; Winter had taken the glider, so I was left to carry my duffel bag down the road with me.

It was cold outside, but it wasn't too bad. It was snowing lightly, but there wasn't any wind. I had enough layers on to keep me warm for a while.

We had planned for this though; if Winter didn't come back before I had to leave the motel, we were going to meet up in an abandoned barn in the woods.

I waited there for two more days, eating the protein bars I had brought with me and keeping a very small fire going just enough so that it could keep me warm. There was no sign of Winter. Worry was snapping at my stomach now; Winter knew when I would have to leave the motel and it wasn't like him to let me wait for him this long. The longest he had been gone had been four days.

Two more days. Nothing. I jumped at every creak in the old wood of my shelter and I felt like I was being watched from the woods.

I couldn't deny it any longer. Something had happened to Winter. It had been a full week now.

I didn't know where to begin to look for him. He could have gone anywhere; I didn't even know what direction to head even if I mustered up the courage to hitchhike.

But I couldn't just sit here. I had to do something.

I left a note on a piece of paper for him on the off chance that he came back here that read: I'm safe and I've gone out looking for you. I'm headed north and I probably wont make it far without a car. – Stella

I did end up convincing a truck driver to let me ride with her for a few towns. I wasn't intimidating in the slightest and it was February now, so I hoped that I could lean on the sympathy of strangers to get me to where I needed to go, at least for a short time.

By some miracle the trucker stopped in a town with a huge scrapyard on the outskirts of it and I felt hope flutter in my chest.

I had just enough cash on me to rent a motel room for two days if I didn't eat anything.

The second it was dark enough I whisked out of my motel room, leaving most of my clothes and the tools I had collected, some from Winter's thieving and some from my own, in the hotel room. I took what little food I had left, my room key, and the wires and boxes of mechanisms that was Io.

The scrap yard was four or five miles away from my motel and I cursed the cold as I walked. I didn't think that I would die or anything, my nose was just cold and runny. At least it wasn't sleeting or anything.

My feet ached by the time that I got there, but I had more important things to worry about. The barbed wire fence surrounding the place was somewhat run down and it wasn't hard to find a hole in the bottom of it big enough for me to squeeze through.

I didn't turn my flashlight on in case someone would see it, but it was so dark that I couldn't do what I needed without light. I smushed my hand over the lens of the flashlight so that I could just barely see the piles of junk that I was looking at.

It wasn't hard to find things that I could use; there were plenty of sturdy pipes and thick pieces of steel and lead were lying all over the place, I just didn't know how I would lug it back to the motel. I ended up making a ramshackle cart with metal disks for wheels; it certainly wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing.

I piled things onto it that I thought I could make use of and hauled the cart to the fence. I had to take everything off of the cart in order to wretch it under the fence and it took me fifteen minutes to coax the largest piece of warped metal through the hole.

I hauled it all back the way I had come, my fingers cut in a bunch of different places and numb from the cold, but my determination kept me going. I stayed away from the road enough so that no passing cars would easily see me, which made the journey a lot tougher.

I made it back in twice the time that it had taken to get there, and by the time I pushed through the door of my motel room it was 3 am.

I collapsed on the bed, exhausted, cold, and filthy, and immediately fell asleep.

The next morning I automatically reached out for Winter, but he wasn't there and dread clenched my stomach.

I sat up and looked at the pile of scrap in the corner of the room. How was I going to put Io's body together? I didn't have any of the tools I needed to actually do anything that needed done.

I got up and paced around, nervousness latching onto my stomach. Who knows what pain Winter could be in while I just sat here.

A blowtorch and a welding mask were the bare essentials of what I needed to put Io together, but this town didn't have a hardware store, so buying them was out of the question even if I did have money… My eyes flickered to the gun Winter had given me poking out of my duffel bag. Maybe I could rob a hardware store? Or use someone's workshop at gunpoint?

I huffed in anger at myself at the thought. I had to think of something else, and quickly.

I glanced at the TV. The local news was on, some segment about a teenager that had run away from home a few towns over.

"Lucas is a big boy, big enough to be the best in his little shop class, but he ain't as big as he thinks he is," a woman with missing teeth was nonchalantly telling the camera. "Don't doubt that he's alright, but he's dead wrong if he thinks he can make it on his own."

The screen broke off to a picture of a thickly muscled boy covered in freckles with a phone number underneath, urging anyone who had information on him to contact the number or call 911. I frowned, briefly hoping that no one contacted the number; something about that woman seemed not quite right, like she didn't really care that her son was missing.

I glanced back down at my bruised, cut up hands, when a thought hit me like a train.

The woman had said something about shop class. Shop classes usually had blowtorches and power saws and all of the tools that I desperately needed, and likely, the high school just up the road from my motel would have one!

"Oh!" I hissed out loud, slapping myself on the forehead.

That would be perfect if I could manage to break into the high school! I laughed out loud and clapped my hands together, grinning like a maniac at the TV screen. This was working out. Once I had Io up and running, I'd be able to find Winter!

It seemed like it took forever for the day to pass; I would have to wait until well into the night before I dared to get close to the school.

I put together diagrams of exactly what I wanted to do, so that hopefully, I would be able to get in, build Io's body, and get out without being noticed. Although power tools weren't exactly quiet… It was a feeble plan, admittedly, but it was all I had.

I realized that I had gotten so cold and cross in the scrapyard the previous night that I hadn't gotten all of the parts that I had needed. I cursed myself for not being thorough enough, now I would have to go all the way back in the cold and then walk back to the motel and drag all of the parts to the high school.

Thinking of the long, cold journey ahead of me, I begrudgingly packed myself up to go back to the scrapyard just after the sun had set. I couldn't risk going to the school yet anyway, and at least this way I would have something else to think about for a little while.

I dragged the stupid inconvenient cart behind me through the snow again and I wormed through the hole in the fence. Again.

This time I was looking for bits of sharp metal; Io needed at least three rows of teeth if it was going to be able to defend us the way that I wanted it to.

I threw the pieces that I found into my bag and I was digging some more beams that would help support Io's frame out of a scrap pile, when I heard something behind me. Thoughts of HYDRA agents flashed through my head and I whipped out the gun I had in my bag, aiming it wildly behind me at the noise.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH!" a voice shouted and I saw a dark figure throw their hands into the air. "I'm not doing anything! I'm just scrounging around, I know the people that own this place; I'm allowed to be here, go ask!"

My gun stayed trained on the figure and my eyes narrowed. I hoped they couldn't see how much the gun was shaking. The person pulled their hood off and through the faint light of a distant streetlight, I saw that it was just a kid; he couldn't have been older than sixteen regardless of his large size. I sighed in relief and lowered the gun.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else," I apologized, putting the safety on the gun but keeping it in my hand.

"Well, I'm glad I'm not whoever you thought I was," the teenager said and I went back to looting through the piles of scrap, keeping an eye on the teenager. I didn't have time for this.

I didn't say anything but the kid didn't go away and I looked over my shoulder at him.

"Don't you have homework to be doing or something?" I said impatiently. He scuffed his feet in the dirty snow, not looking at me.

I stopped digging through the rubble as realization dawned on me.

"You're that kid that ran away from home, aren't you?" I asked and he instantly jumped to defend himself.

"What, are you gonna call the cops?" he stammered. "Cuz, you're trespassing and stealing, so they'd just arrest you too!"

I just stared at him for a minute.

"…I had to run away from home, too," I said quietly. "The cops would be more than happy to find me, happier than they'd be to find you."

"Oh," the teenager, who I remembered the newscast had said was named Lucas, said. "Are you a criminal?"

I opened my mouth to lie, that no, I wasn't, but he interrupted me as he laughed to himself.

"Nah, who am I kidding? There's no way you're a serious criminal," he chuckled. "You look too nice."

I rolled my eyes and went back to searching, finding a nice curved piece that would make an excellent tooth or claw.

"Hey..." I said, turning around to the boy again. "I'm looking for someone, actually. He's like 5'10'' or so, long brown hair and a scruffy face. He looks homeless, sort of, but he's really muscular."

Lucas knitted his eyebrows together. "No, I haven't seen anyone like that around here."

"Oh," I said, kicking myself for getting my hopes up.

"What are you doing out here in the cold anyway?" I asked Lucas. "Don't you have a friend you can stay with?"

"Yeah, I'm staying with a friend in town," Lucas said. "Why are you out here?"

"That's complicated and you'd be better off not knowing," I said, wrenching a large piece of metal up to check underneath of it.

The kid was quiet for a minute.

"I think… that I have everything I need," I said, half to myself as I stood up. "I need to go now, but uh, be safe," I told Lucas, throwing my bag over my shoulder.

"Where are you going?" Lucas asked curiously, following after me.

I eyed him over my shoulder. Even if he told someone about me, he didn't know who I was. He probably didn't even know what HYDRA was. But HYDRA was very thorough…

"Nowhere," I said. "Do yourself a favor and go back home."

"…I don't want to," Lucas said, stopping.

"Why not?" I asked, distracted.

He stared at the ground. "My momma beats me. A lot."

I stopped in my tracks and turned around to look at him.

Lucas was a large kid, he looked like he weighed 200 pounds at least. And now that I looked at him, I noticed that his nose looked crooked like it had been broken and then healed up and two puffy, black, scared eyes.

"I'm sorry…" I said quietly. "…My mom used to beat me too."

It was a lie. My parents had been nice, albeit distant. They hardly said anything when I left home to go to Stanford. But I felt like if I lied to establish a connection with his boy, he'd be less likely to tell anyone that he would be more likely to lie on my behalf. A shitty thing to do, yes, but it was the safest option.

Lucas nodded, his eyes falling to the ground. "Is that what you meant when you said you ran away from home, too?"

"No…" I said, crossing my arms. "There are… bad, people following me and a friend of mine. I don't know what happened to him either, they might have caught him."

I looked into Lucas's grimy face. "I'm trying to find him."

"I'm here because I'm building a robot that can hopefully help me find him, but I have to build its body first, and I'm going to try and break into the high school to use their garage or something to help me do it."

"How are you gonna get there?" he asked instantly.

"I'm going to walk, I don't have any other option."

"My friend has a truck," Lucas piped up. "She could drive us."

He must have seem the doubt on my face, because he assured me that his friend was apt at breaking and entering, but that didn't exactly calm my nerves. However, fifteen minutes later, I was in the back seat of a battered pickup truck that smelled strongly of pot, and Lucas's friend was driving us to the high school without the headlights on. Lucas worried that we would get caught, while his friend, Josie, insisted that she would make sure that we didn't, because if they were caught she would be violating parole and she would be sent back to juvenile detention. Josie seemed to think that this was comforting, but I didn't find it so.

Josie pulled up to the side of the high school to a garage door and she got out and lit a cigarette, motioning for us to stay in the car for a minute. She was gone for a few tense minutes, but then she reappeared and simply fit a key into a door by the garage door and motioned for us to follow her inside.

"Don't turn the lights on," she said, walking into the middle of the room and turning a single lightbulb on that was at the end of an extension cord, one that you could hook onto something. There were four tables in the room, and I felt hope stir in my chest.

"Whatcha need, sis?" she asked, walking to stand next to me as Lucas got the scraps out of the truck.

"A blow torch and a welding mask for starters," I said quietly and she nodded and walked away.

An hour later I was in my element, shaping my robot out of the scraps. It wasn't quiet work, but Josie said that the walls were sound proof. I didn't know if I believed her.

I crafted Io's head to look like a wolf skull with three rows of sharp, rotating teeth. Lucas hovered over me as I worked, fascinated, and although it annoyed me, I felt like it was the least I could do to let him watch what I was doing. After several hours of hard work, I was drenched in sweat and I was shaking, but I had done it.

Io looked up at me with blue lights for eyes, her head tilted curiously. She was the size and build of a wolf with chunky and mismatched plates covering her body. She had clawed feet and strong, fast legs made out of several pipes and beams each, and I glowed with pride looking down at her.

"That's amazing," Lucas said in awe, staring down at her and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"No threats here, Io," I told her. She blinked and sat down, opening her mouth slightly.

"What do you call this fucking thing?" Josie asked, looking thoroughly impressed, an expression that probably didn't often cross her features.

"Her name is Io, like the moon or the Greek priestess of Hera," I said, leaning down to look into her blue eyes, not even minding that Josie asked Io's name right after I had said it. Io wasn't perfect, but she had a nasty set of teeth and if I gave her a sample of what Winter smelled like, hopefully, hopefully, she would be able to find him.

Josie looked up, seeming startled.

"If you're done, let's get the shit out of here," she hissed.

I loaded Io into the back of the truck along with the scraps that I hadn't used and I threw a tarp over it all and hopefully we had cleaned up convincingly enough that no one would know that we had been there.

Our plan started to fall apart when we got pulled over by a cop. I felt like I was going to vomit and Josie and Lucas had a heated exchange in whispers in the front seat.

"Just chill the fuck out!" Josie hissed right as the cop walked up to the window.

"Do you know why I pulled you over, Josie?" the cop asked, frowning at her.

"No, Mr. Baker, I don't," Josie said sweetly.

"Well your right tail light's out, but now that I know it's you, you're also violating curfew," he said, looking down at his pen pad.

"I have an adult with me, though," she protested, jerking her head back to me. "She's my aunt. We just wanted some late-night drive through from Kirkland, sir."

The cop glanced back at me, frowning.

"I'm sorry, sir," I said, trying not to let my voice crack. "She's right, I'm her Aunt Stella; we were –"

"Can I see some ID ma'am?" the cop asked me coldly.

I nodded and fumbled for my wallet and I handed my driver's license to the officer. He squinted at the rectangle of plastic. He sighed and handed it back to Josie.

"Well, fine," he said, straightening his sunglasses that he was wearing at four in the morning. "But you're still getting a ticket for your tail light."

I dared to breathe again after he had given a ticket to Josie and driven away.

"I hate that fucking guy. A hundred fucking bucks!" Josie moaned. "Although, that could have been a lot fucking worse."

"I feel sick," Lucas mumbled and I put my forehead on the back of the seat in front of me.

"Hey, it's fine man," Josie said, hitting his arm. "He didn't see the fucking robot dog in the back and he didn't drag you back to your parents, so this whole thing was successful as fuck."

Josie dropped me off at the motel and I thanked her and Lucas vehemently.

"I just hope no feds come after you, cuz I fucking hate messing with feds," Josie laughed and I laughed too and privately thought that it wasn't unlikely to happen.

I packed up all of the things in my room, and I dropped off my room key to a very tired man at the front desk. I wanted to get away from this town as quickly as possible, but I couldn't walk… I ended up scaring someone out of their keys by having Io bark and growl threateningly at them, which I wasn't proud of, but I didn't have any other choice.

We left the little town, not daring to go over the speed limit, and I headed back to the last place that I had been with Winter. We stopped outside of the motel room I had last seen Winter in, early in the morning before dawn. I dug Winter's shirt that I had sealed in a plastic bag out of my duffel bag and I let Io inspect it.

"Track this," I told her, and she picked the shirt up in her mouth and swallowed it to hold it in the apparatus that detected smells that was in her throat.

She tasted the air and put her skeletal snout to the ground, her mouth open to detect any sign of Winter. Thankfully no new snow had fallen since I has last been here and Io picked up a trail almost immediately.

Io chirped that he had headed south and that struck me as odd. Her tracking mechanism was so precise that it didn't matter that Winter had left in a car, she was still able to direct me where to go. We stopped in Albany and Io led me to a seedy part of town to a warehouse. She stopped inside, looking around for a minute, and I held my breath.

"Target gone, four days," she informed me, sitting down and staring up at me, her blue LED eyes glowing out of her skeletal face expectantly.

Four days. He could be anywhere. I tore at my thumbs with the sudden worry that he had gotten on a plane. There was no way we could track him if he had flown overseas…

"Others with target," Io told me, still snuffling around. "Two more two days ago."

My blood turned to ice. Someone had him and I wasn't the only one looking for him.

"Where does the scent go next?" I asked her and she trotted to the door.

Io and I followed the trail for several days, but Winter never stayed anywhere for very long. We found blood splattered on the floor in one of the locations and felt the vice of panic tighten around my stomach.

I dropped to my knees as Io sniffed it and she confirmed that it was, in fact, Winter's blood. I just sat there and watched her numbly as she scraped at the blood stained concrete and picked up a sample in her jaws.

I heard something brush across the pavement of the abandoned building behind me and I felt the back of my neck prickle. Io whipped around and bared her teeth and I scrambled to my feet to face whatever was behind me.

At first I didn't see anything, just the sunbeams of weak winter light across the dusty concrete floor, but after a minute I realized that there was a face peering out of the darkness at me, a horrible, skeletal face with huge, unblinking eyes.

The person jerked, as if they knew that I had realized they were there and they tore out of the building, their heavy footsteps breaking the silence.

Io charged after them immediately, and I just gawked after them. That was the same face. The same face I had seen months ago with Winter, right after we had left Isabel's apartment. Whoever it was, had been following me all this time.

Io came back a few minutes later to inform me that the person had escaped and I felt my hand find my gun at my hips.

"Be on guard, Io," I said softly. "Let's get out of here."

Something poked my back and I whipped around and let out a scream. Somehow, the glider was hovering behind me and it chirped at me.

"Where have you been?" I asked it and it chirped again. I searched the navigational history in its memory and it had been separated from Winter a week ago and had been wandering around until it had found me. By all rights, it should have just been hovering in a field somewhere, but it had inexplicably found its way back to me.

"How old is the blood, Io?" I asked after we had found a motel for the night.

"22 hours," Io said in her robotic voice. I nodded. We were getting closer anyway…

I felt guilty not being out searching, but that thing had frightened me enough that wanted to be safe for tonight. I thought that I wouldn't be able to sleep, but I was so exhausted that the instant my head hit the pillow I was out.

A low growl startled me awake a few hours later and I sat up to see Io's eyes gleaming in the darkness. Fear clenched my stomach and I fumbled for the light. The lamp flickered on and I realized that Io was growling at me, her jaws bared as her eyes bored into me. The glider was hovering in the corner, the gun I had given it was out.

"Io it's me," I said, unnerved.

"No," she said, pacing slowly at the end of my bed.

I swallowed hard and watched her for a second, terror growing in my stomach. After a minute I realized that she wasn't looking at me… she was looking above me…

My eyes slowly moved up to the ceiling and the breath went out of my lungs.

There was that skeletal, horrible thing, perched on the ceiling like a spider. They didn't move; they just stared down at me, an inhumanly large grin spread across their face. Through my horror I realized that they were actually wearing a mask, one that gave them the appearance of having a boney face and horrible teeth and eyes. It was a very convincing mask and my fear wasn't relieved knowing that they weren't a ghoul.

"What do you want?" I quaked, trembling down in my bed.

The person giggled and Io's growling grew louder.

Suddenly my light went out and Io jumped up onto the bed, snapping at the ceiling and I fell out of the bed onto the floor, wildly groping for my gun in the dark. I managed to get the light back on after a few gut wrenching seconds, but the person was gone.

Io sniffed all around, throwing glances at the ceiling in confusion. The window was open, the freezing air blowing the curtains around. I got up and slammed the window shut, my heart pounding, and I sank to the floor under the window.

"Are they gone?" I whispered and Io glanced up from the ground.

"Gone," she affirmed and went back to sniffing around. The glider beeped in agreement.

I tried to get my heart to stop leaping around like a scared rabbit and I glanced at the mirror across from me.

There was a yellow sticky note attached to it that read "See you soon".