Oak doors lead the way to a glistening, empty court room. Taking a deep breath, Fross absorbed the smell- sweat, heavy fear, perseverance and, maybe, just a hunt of ramen.

The scene quickly changed from the courtroom to a multitude of places.

A village, filled with earthy spices.

Popcorn, cotton candy, laughter- a circus.

Rich food, fancy clothes, loud speakers; a banquet.

These places, Fross noted, felt dark and empty; tragic even. Other places passed by her eyes, briefly.

A tall building, Wright & Co.

The cold jail cell...

She stopped back at the courtroom, and slowly, smiled.

Home.

My home.