Rogue spent the better part of the day wandering the streets, green eyes taking in the scenary with curiousity. It was alot like her own home back in Mississppi and she hadn't been there in a while. Still it brought back memories and tugged at her heart alittle...she knew she could probably never go back and deep down she didn't really want to either. Though reaching out to people had never been one of her strong points as she spend most of her time trying to keep them away, she managed to ask a couple people about him. Most knew nothing, but eventually she managed to find someone that pushed her in the right direction.
She pushed aside white strands, standing outside the door with her bag slung over her shoulder. How many times had she run? Ended up outside a strangers house seeking shelter...or a family she would never have? Raising a gloved hand after a good ten minutes, Anna Marie knocked hoping that the stranger hadn't steered her wrong in amusment.