Echo.

Along the journey, we stumbled upon all sorts of camps, the kind that looked like they'd been through the wringer— completely wrecked and unable to be put together no matter how hard they try to. It was kinda eerie, honestly.

These places, once probably buzzing with activity, were now just a mess of debris and memories. Just when we were getting used to the whole campsite disaster scene, guess who popped out of nowhere?

“Maria.” We all chorused almost simultaneously.

Yes, Maria, who we had been looking for without yet any traces, came striding into view like a mirage. It was like she materialized out of thin air. Before...