They've lost hope now. Should have picked a name with less significance. Potential for ominous symbolism is too high.
Have to keep moving. She can find me and she said she wouldn't hurt me but there's a dead world behind her. I already have one, but it wasn't peace that took hers, no, not peace, pieces, so many pieces. Running like a river. All the names mean something. They've gathered spices, virtues, explosions, the Emerald City, the exceptional, the shredder, do they want to mix them all together? Snips and snails and puppy dog tails, that's what little boys are made of.
I can't find Simon. I keep running and wherever I run to he's not here.