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[Try as she might, young Jane just couldn't shake herself out of her depression. For the past week she had kept herself cooped up in her room, nose buried in her textbooks, yet her mind just wouldn't let up and kept plaguing her with visions of the poor missing people who had been whisked away by the mist. The fact that she couldn't recall any of them made her feel even worse for them. How awful would it be to not only be trapped within that horrible nightmarish fog, but to also have none of your friends be able to mourn you?
She shuddered, blocking the thought out for now. She knew it would return again later though. It always did.
Shoving the textbook away, she rose from her desk and wandered over to the window. She threw it open, hoping that perhaps some air would help clear her troubled mind, even the slightest bit.]
She shuddered, blocking the thought out for now. She knew it would return again later though. It always did.
Shoving the textbook away, she rose from her desk and wandered over to the window. She threw it open, hoping that perhaps some air would help clear her troubled mind, even the slightest bit.]