"Heaven, I'm hoping," Chelsea said with a sad smile as she adjusted her position on the deck chair. "She died when we were 16. Just in the wrong place at the right time." She smiled and looked up at Iosef. "It's funny though. Lately I've just had this... feeling that she's a lot closer than she really should be, all things considered." She sighed. "Probably just all the weirdness going on lately." She really had been thinking about her a lot lately. Maybe if... no, when she ever got home, she'd go pay her a visit. She hadn't done that in a while. She looked up at the sky. "Well, fuck me, it's moved again," she said, motioning to the sun.