Date: 4-15-2018

Regina's p.o.v

The heavy rain and thunder brings a pretty chocolate brown girl into my restaurant. She is my last

and only customer of the day. She is around Avalon's age. She has a familiar face, but I can't

remember her name. Wordlessly, she sits down in a booth and stares out of the window. She is

hungry nor thirsty. A newspaper article about Raven's death hanging on a wall grabs her attention.

I can sense that she has deep sympathy for Raven. I attempt to make conversation with her.