Sipping her coffee, looking around the city, she finally relaxes. It took a long time, money, and lies to get here, and she still wasn’t know if she made the right decision.

No, she cannot keep second guessing myself. Second guessing and doubt are what trapped her in that relationship. Oh sure, they say “just leave,” as if to was that easy. Every time she tried, she was promised change.

Change never came. Hell, even the seasons were the same. She missed the crisp leaves and scent of pumpkin of my youth, but the role that she was “destined to have” required her to stay in one place, the compound and labs. Day and night were the same, They controlled it. Why did she believe Their lies?

But here, change is everywhere. People wander around, they all look so different, so...human. There is a large slam, and she jumps, fearful. She feels her arm for where the device was, but it is gone. Just an ugly scar. She removed it herself when she saw the truth, before she fled. They will not find her. It was just a car door anyway, a couple shouting about parking fees or something.

Her thoughts drift, and she thinks of her old life at the Place. She was promised a future, if she complied. The promise of being the made to be a perfect being, the promise of salvation and perfection. The device, the rituals, the tests...all gone now. She missed her friends she left behind, but she cannot return. She must forget them.

She finished her coffee, tips well, and walks off to her new life. She drops a fiver in a busker’s case.

He watches her leave, and touches his arm, “Found her.”