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Russia seemed very far away. There were days when it felt closer than others, especially when Illyana was wandering through areas full of snow. She had left the snow behind her and winter as well. Spring was upon her with its rains and flowers blossoming. So far America was not impressing her, and she would have rather gone back to Europe. Russia and Europe held dark memories, though. Plus she had not yet searched American for Piotr and Mikhail. She had no proof that they were out there, but she would not give up hope until she had searched over every corner of the world. Thinking about Mikhail made her jaw tighten and her fingers clenched around the hilt of her sword.
She was not sure exactly where she was located. Once upon a time she had seen a map of America, but these days she let her powers work things out for her. When she had teleported over, she had arrived in Alaska and traveled across what she imagined was Canada. Now she was making her way along a coast. Illyana liked the smell of the water; it helped to cover up the stench.