I don't want it to she thought with a touch of bitterness. She didn't want anything here to dim her desire to go home, but she did have a bad habit of fighting the inevitable, tooth and nail. If she was well and truly stuck here, she'd get used to it. Learn to like it, perhaps love it here. She closed her eyes in case her thoughts were broadcasting themselves there, and she inhaled slowly.
"I'm sure it will," she said quietly. "Whether or not I want it to," she added. It wasn't home right now, and she didn't want it to become home. Not unless James showed up.
She bit at her lower lip, chewing lightly on it before she caught herself and released her lip. It was a bad habit, one she thought she'd broken until recently.