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Regan has decided that she likes it in Darrow. Yes, her parents and her brother aren't there, but neither of the creatures, and there's a chance, it seems, that her family could show up. So, that's promising, at least. And, really, it's not that bad. She doesn't have to worry about the sounds of her footsteps. She doesn't have to worry about the birds fluttering overhead — how loud are their songs? Are they chirping too loudly?

Darrow is a freeing place.

She's in the mall, because it's Saturday and that's where teenagers go on the weekends, right? She's got a jacket and scarf, and she's wearing long wool leggings under a skirt and tee shirt. Cute boots finish off the ensemble and she's got a headband keeping her mess of curls at bay.

She's not even sure what she's looking for, honestly. It's kind of nice to just be out of school and enjoying the weekend. She'd never thought she'd be missing free time after just a handful of days back in school, but there it is.

After a bit of wandering through different shops, she buys a smoothie to enjoy while she walks. There are a few shops she might go in when she's done. But for right now, she's just enjoying the crowd.

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Lisa would be fifteen this year.

When Frank saw the girl in the mall, his heart stopped for a second. Her hair's shorter than Lisa's had been, but she's also in lone with the teenager Lisa would be now, not the prepubescent she was when he lost her.

He shouldn't stare. He's an intimidating man without the intent on his face. But he can't help it, with that sort of aching similarity to his daughter.