Maven had taken one of the offered handkerchiefs, pressing it to her eyes. She listened as the Professor and Socialite spoke, her throat still quite raw from vomiting and screaming.

She also did not have the right words for all she was feeling. For all the mixture of doubt and of certainty that this experience had brought up, of experiences that had previously been a constant ache within her now being pushed to the forefront. Decisions she was so certain were right now brought into question, or at least the motive. It all kept bringing up the same question.

What would happen if and when she did find her?