Aria had a bit of restless energy inside of her too. Just because she was free of the burden of A on her back, she was still in the know about the happenings of Rosewood through her television show. While she understood that the things she was watching (or would eventually watch come Tuesday) weren't actually happening to her, in some form, in some way, in some weird reality, they really were happening to her. Some other version of herself was going through something really awful right now, and all she could do about it was take pictures of a bunch of trees in Maine.
It was true that Aria had taken to the hobby with an almost obsessive fury. She was determined to keep her nerves at bay despite the looming Tuesday episode that threatened to put a damper on her good fortune while here in Maine. She had made friends, got a new job, was actually starting to relax a little, and text messages didn't make her jump or cringe as much any more. Of course, all of that would change after Tuesday, and she was already starting to feel the anxiety building.
But photography helped. She enjoyed trying out new techniques, especially when the natural environment around here was just so beautiful to capture in snapshots. The trees and wind seemed to have a life of their own as she moved swiftly between them, pausing every so often to adjust her lens or take a quick pic of a funny squirrel. It didn't feel dangerous at all to her, until she started hearing some rustling from above her. And almost like having a 'Nam Flashback', she was frozen solid in her spot, eyes darting every which way in search of A, who had no doubt found her here in another dimension and wanted to make her pay for getting away from Rosewood.