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Alone she sat, ears flopping from side to side as her stomach grumbled. She let out a sigh, wondering if her family was even looking for her. Mother cared, she could tell, but perhaps not enough to let her other children alone for a while so she could search for one daughter who may as well be dead. Koume could not blame; this had been her own stupid fault, and she was getting herself out of this shit so others didn't have to deal with it. Arlo, however, was a necessity. Without him, her chances of getting back home were slimmer than her malnourished body right now was.

And then there came a voice from out in the distance; one so faint and overpowered by the rushing of the river. But Koume heard; Koume remembered. She got up from her place near the tree, peeking as to where Arlo was but only spotting a white coat. Where had he gone?