I will follow him

THE NIGHT AIR BLOWS SOFTLY ON HER EXPOSED ARMS AND SHE TRIES TO HUG HERSELF.

"Why are we here?" The words come out in a soft whisper and she doesn't think he hears it because of the long silence that comes after her question.

She tries to pull the sleeves of her sweater down to her fingers to keep from the cold but she tends to freeze up the more she tries. She decides to look elsewhere to avoid the tension between her and the god standing behind her, so she looks down at the quiet and lonely streets. A frown takes over her face when she realizes the familiarity of the street, then she looks back at the houses and gardens around her. She knows the street so well because it comes directly after Elm's Street; however, it looks different from the usual way it is supposed to. That's also when she realizes that the cold weather is different. Her lips parts when she sees the full moon above her head—it isn't supposed to be a full moon until about 4 days.