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7.0: The Day of Nostalgia

As the sun rose on the brighter streets of France, Wynter couldn't help but find it all a little ironic. After such harsh weather that covered every inch of the earth in cloud and rain, it was now sunny and clear. She felt as though she would've preferred the previous weather, as at least then it would have suited her mood better.

It was still early, and so few people were actually awake, and the neighbourhood was silent to the world. Only a few people, joggers by the looks of their clothing, were actually up and about. Even then, their footsteps made no sound, and none spoke to anyone. The loudest sound this morning was the calm wind blowing in the trees, and gently shaking the leaves, as even the birds were still just beginning to wake.

Sunlight, though still dim, began to slowly creep into Wynter's room, and tall shadows began to form out of the remaining darkness. Wynter couldn't help but see it all as a metaphor for today; something bright casting tall deep shadows on the world. Though she still found the sight to be welcoming –a quiet town on the break of dawn– she still had other thoughts that tried to invade the mind.

She couldn't help but remember how similar the weather was on the first day: the day she had met them. Sunlight poured through the windows, the sky was almost just as clear, if not for small white dots that made it all seem like a child's drawing. A teacher of comedy and writing stood in front of them all, a smile as broad as the sun. He began his lesson, and soon after, they had introduced themselves to her. It would be the start of a new bond, and the beginning of a recovery from a great sweep of homesickness. Now, even though she had tried to lose this thought process, she couldn't help but once more wish she was in the past.

She allowed her thoughts, for a moment only, to take her back through the memories of it all. Yet she allowed only a moment, as if it was any longer she wouldn't be able to get anything done. Besides, today sounds as though it will be eventful.

She knew that if what Ridley had messaged her was true, and not some convoluted prank he was trying to pull (which she wouldn't be surprised if it was), she had only a few moments to quickly get ready for either the gentlemen or others much worse. So, she took in all the sunlight she could from her window, clearing her mind and grasping at as much happiness as she could gather, and began to prepare for either guest.

Her morning look was never the best, like most people would mention about their own morning looks. Today was just as bad, if not worse however, as her dreams were filled with constant worry as to what she would need to say, or even do that could cause harm. So, her night's rest wasn't all that stupendous. However, she was always prepared for any situation, and so already had a brush in her hand to sort out the nest of blonde hair that rested on her shoulders. She had a set of clothes that were comfortable already set out next to her bed, for she knew she was going to need all the comfort she could get. Soon after, she felt ready for the day, apart from a few things that couldn't be done upstairs in her small abode, and so she made her to part two of her routine.

She went downstairs after freshening her mind, and began her usual routine, but at twice the speed. She had her early breakfast, re-watched a few episodes of a detective series she had grown to love, checked up with some friends who were also early birds (and were surprised to hear from her this early as well), and then read a few more pages of a new book recommended to her by a novelist himself. If not for the eerily quiet streets, this would seem like any other day.

However, soon she heard a noise that stood out amongst the breeze and rustle of leaves. Birds flapped away from this sudden loudness that raced through the street. Soon, this roaring noise came to a stop near her front door, and the slam of two doors echoed around them all. By the sounds of it, the guests had arrived.

She got up and headed towards the door, which began to rattle against the melodic knocking that one of the people created. She looked at the silhouettes that were cast on the door. By the looks of the two opposite shapes that each of them formed, they couldn't be Project and their 'allies'. So, she gave a sigh of relief and answered the door.