Argilla watched as her roommate left, taking her time to savour the brownie, licking the crumbs off her fingers with obvious delight. Once the very last was gone, she left the bed and went over to the closet to grab her pickaxe, slinging it over her shoulder easily. She had seen the message on the bulletin, and she wanted to see her tribe again. Heat seemed different to how she remembered too, and the differences in their memories intrigued and disturbed her.

She stepped out into the hallway, heading towards the exit.