Quiet
Life was rather quiet. Even in a city like Chikago, where strange and unnatural things occurred almost constantly. The thing is, once strange things happen for so long, you get used to it. The unexpected becomes practically routine. It becomes somewhat stale and eventually boring. It grows quiet and before long, you are left to your own thoughts.
Although being able to think in silence was nice, too much of it could lead to disastrous happenstances. Remembering faces and behaviors of those she wanted to search for... She didn't know exactly who she was looking for, but she wanted to be with them for reasons she couldn't understand...
Chibi stared blankly into space as she softly ran her fingers through her cat's fur. The feline slept on her stomach, curled up and purred in a low motor-like rumble. She wondered if anybody still remembered her the way she remembered them... Recognition of the face or behavior... Maybe someone was looking for her the way she looked for them...
Sighing, she slowly blinked. She noticed how she didn't like the quiet. Because when it was quiet, she could faintly hear the imaginary sounds of people murmuring, faded announcements and the beeping of a heart monitor...