The walks did her good and the little patch of used shops in the wheel served as a good excuse to go on one. She had taken walks elsewhere as well, anything to keep busy and the mind occupied. But it was hard, it was impossible. There was not an hour that went by that she did not think of the life that had been taken from her. All the could have beens that made her feel less of an empty shell.
When she heard the screaming, it had made her steps quicken. Even after it had stopped she still followed the direction. When she finally spotted the source, it was a familiar face. Her features softened as she stepped closer to the figure sitting on the floor. "Bucky, what has happened?" She could feel his rage radiating off of him. It was a deafening and familiar feeling.