Narrative
[She's spent the last few weeks trying so hard to be happy. She's spent a lot of timing singing and playing the guitar, hanging out with new and old friends. She's considered going to college, maybe for music. At the end of each day she still cries herself to sleep, something inside her empty and aching and just so, so tired.
Each day is getting more difficult to get through, pretending she's okay, that nothing is wrong. That she's normal and that she can lead some kind of normal life here even though nothing here really matters. She's not normal. She's tired of faking it.
She worries about Miguel, wonders if Jess and Lisa and Jade will ever come back from their extended bonding trip to -- wherever they'd gone. She hopes they're okay. All of them. The group is broken, and she had been the one to really drive the rest of them apart.
Not for the first time in the past four years, she wishes she was home. At least there she knows her fate. Knows what to expect. She could finally get some rest.
She's out patrolling atop the wall that night, willing something to happen. Anything.
Ari gets her wish. The wall, the woods, Stepford...all of it fades from her sight and she finds herself back in Texas.