She had finally made it. Wolford, Vermont. Nia noted that it was much quieter than New York -- unsurprisingly, most places were -- and it seemed to have an unnerving atmosphere. Too Stepford, this small town. How the hell could she settle down in a place like this?
Not sure where she was going, she pulled out her phone for the map, groaning when she saw the amount of messages and missed calls, and how her battery was too low to use her cell for anything. “Oh! Excuse me!” She called, noticing someone on the near empty street, rushing up to them. “Hi, sorry. I was wondering if you could tell me where...oh, what’s the name for it? Sorry, one second. I’m not usually this disorganised...” She was fumbling for excuses, digging into her purse to find the address she had written down, embarassed she had forgot the name of her location.
