[Jane couldn't have missed the fliers around the school. How could anyone, really? They were everywhere ( Read more... )

[Jane runs out of the art building, panicked and terrified. Why did she have to choose today of all days to work on her memorial? Why?! And all by herself ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )