She's a bit younger. Ami doesn't really know why she's out here, but she isn't thinking much about it, either. There's just somewhere to go, somewhere she's being drawn to, someone who's drawing her there. She's going there to meet him, of course - whoever 'him' might be. She isn't sure.

She doesn't need to be sure. She just needs to follow the thing pulling her away from home and family and towards the darkness of a blank and black future. Certainty at its finest.

Her feet crunch down the grass along the way, until she finally comes to the cave; yes, this feels right. This is now, she supposes, her new living place. She eyes it with an interest that nothing else seems to have stirred in her since she walked out the front door of that apartment.