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"Sure!" She agreed. "Lakes are good, too. Cold water and fishies in your toes. We lived near a lake, but I wasn't actually supposed to go near it. My aunt and uncle were very worried I would drown." And from what little Micah knew about her, it would be easy to guess that her aunt and uncle had the right idea.

When his scowl disappeared, Sunday got a glimpse of his face, and then looked again a second later. She could see what Micah might have looked like when the days were brighter, and full of life. She, in her unending failure to understand the rules of adulthood and personal space, reached up and pressed her hand all the way down his relaxed face.

"This is normal." She told him, as if she was speaking of her touch - but she was speaking of that expression that she was sure he did not give very often, anymore. It was an expression she welcomed, because it aided her in her imaginative trip to Mexico with him. She pulled her hand away, and grinned. "We will be normal. We'll go down to where people don't speak english anymore, and keep walking until we find the ocean again." Her lips pursed thoughtfully. "Or a lake. Whatever's closest."

She gave him a far too bright thumbs up. "Right! We're going to check!" And they were off, on a journey that - if it ever had the ability to come true - would take her far away from everything she owned, everyone she knew, and into a whole new wilderness. In theory, she loved the idea. In reality, it terrified her beyond belief. Micah only saw the joy, however; because the first step was always the most exciting.

"I've never gone fishing. But I've eaten fish. So we won't starve, out there on our own." And then her expression sobered.

"Wait.." She did not stop walking, clutching his arm with both of her arms now, as she thought with much difficulty about what they were about to do. It looked like she was about to come to grips with reality, but she wasn't.

She whispered a very serious, "What if we find a river."

"A rubber.." Sunday gasped, and her skin blanched with horror. "Where are we going to find a rubber raft. What kind of - we need to find one of those sports stores, don't we? Or outdoorsy stores.. have you seen any nearby?"

In all of her travel, she hadn't seen one - but in truth, she hadn't actually looked too hard into the windows of the buildings around her. She was sure she would see things she would regret. Now she looked around, and saw nothing that looked outdoors related.

"Come on." She let go of his arm, and grasped his hand in a firm grip as she started running down to a street that looked more store-occupied. "We need supplies. That's where we'll get them, one of those - " She gasped again, and tugged him hard. "Look! Look! That one!"

The store was huge, and it was called 'Bass Pro Outdoor Shop', which looked less looted than others.. likely because there was less a dying person might need there. Her hand slipped helplessly out of his as she started to run without thinking, into the shop. In all of her imaginative normal time, it became easy to forget how important it was to look before leaping.

She had disappeared inside, but by the time he reached the door, he might have been able to see her hiding by the frame, waiting as if she was well hidden in order to pop out and surprise him. Of course, she relented once she realized what a terrible joke that was, so instead she waited until he arrived at the door, and hopped in front of him quietly.

"I won't leave you behind." She promised, which was one of those rare promises Sunday intended to keep. She was the one always left behind - in no world was Sunday ever going to purposefully leave someone who wanted to be around her, alone. Micah would have to get rid of her, before that could happen.

"Come on!" She grabbed his arm again, and started picking her way through the store. There was glass all over the floor, and no light inside to see from, but Sunday glowed purple from her glowstick and everything around them took on that soft, violet haze. There were so many shadows and corners that promised the possibility of danger, and this ruined Sunday's ability to imagine herself in a normal world, once more.

She backed up, until she felt Micah on her back, and her hands shook gently. She'd completely forgotten why they were inside the building; or what they'd intended to do together. All she remembered was danger, and darkness, and death.

The sound of his voice was an anchor, but she was still hovering with dread, and he wasn't quite snapping her out of it. Her breath came in two short gasps when she thought she saw a shadow skittering nearby, and she turned around quickly to slam her face into his chest. If she couldn't look, she would forget. If she couldn't see everything that reminded her of what the world had come to, she could find her happy place again.

"Normal." She whispered out; a choppy reminder of how they'd described it. "Rivers. Lakes. Ocean. Boats." With each word, she was convincing herself that the only reality worth thinking about was one that included all their hastily made plans. "Okay." She whispered, not quite convinced, but trying. "Okay."

She lifted her head, and turned to look down an aisle. "Let's find a boat."

She turned in the direction he was indicating, and slowly started to walk down it. It was made more difficult by the fact that she was clutching his arm with the force of a thousand suns by this point, and refused to walk a step in front, or behind him. She wanted to stay right by his side, and no more or less. This was safest.

"Oooh, look!" The pressure on his arm dropped and every ounce of fear bled from her in an instant when she saw an actual box on a shelf, advertising a giant yellow boat with oars and all sorts of safety and luxury features. It even had a tiny placeholder for a cooler!

"I want this one!" She reached up to try and get it, and could not reach. Even on her tiptoes, she bounced and bounced, trying to reach it - and failed, miserably.

When he disappeared, it caught her attention. She stopped hopping to check on him, and then her head dropped when she saw what he was doing. It took her a second, but she figured it out, and slid her foot into the hook his hands made.

"Okay, here I go! First try!" She announced, hopping up into the air with his boost and moving the box halfway out. This did not actually get it to fall, nor did she have it in her hands when she came back down stumbling with very little balance, but it was a start.

It just wasn't first try.

She hopped up again, moved it a little more, and came tumbling down noisily. A third time, she managed to dislodge it enough to make it tip, and when it threatened to fall she grabbed Micah and pulled him out of the way, hard. It fell to the floor, and she threw her hands up in celebration.

"First try!"