The sun rises as the damage caused on the area from the previous night remains. Pishka walks through the deserted area with uncertainty in her mind. Days and nights pass but she doesn't stop moving
Suddenly standing in front of a broken-down shack. She looks up to see that it's her old home where she spent four years of most of her high school living in. She remembers how embarrassed she got whenever her friends wanted to visit her... Now thinking about it, made her heart ache bitterly. Tears slide down her cheeks, this was her home. It shouldn't have mattered what material it was made of. At least it put a roof over her head and protected her come rain, come sunshine. That's right she was back in South Africa. Unaware of how she crossed the ocean. She was barely conscious after having not slept or eaten or drunk blood for weeks