D walked inside. A piece in her heart seemed to break off. Her stomach knotted up. "It's been so long, hasn't it?" She said to herself. She put her index finger and thumb in her mouth and whistled. She had brought cider along with her, but had left her outside. Cider trotted inside and stopped next to her. D ran a hand down ciders snout. She smiled weakly. "This'll be a perfect place, won't it girl?" She said, trying hard not to cry. There were so many memories in this old overgrown house. The house was closer to Noah's town than it was to the town that the plane was near. She sank to the ground and sat there, her head leaned back against the vine covered brick wall, closing her eyes. Her arms wrapped around her knees. Another flashback crossed her mind......
3 year old D in the same house with her mother, father, and 2 year old sister, Sierra. It was in the evening and it was just getting dark. She was brushing her teeth, getting ready for bed. The light above her, above the sink, flickered off, then back on. She set down her tooth brush and looked at the light. All of a sudden, the light blacked out. As did everything else in the house, the city, the world. All of the electricity. Gone. Little D screamed. "Mommy!" She cried. Her mother scooped her up in her arms an held her tightly. "It's alright. Mommy's got you." She said in a hushed voice. It was hard to tell, but daddy was carrying little Sierra. Sierra was crying. That only made D cry harder...
D's eyes flickered open and the flashback faded. A tear slipped down her cheek.