Chapter 100 - Chapter Ninety-Nine

Never in a million years would Xanthippeia ever think she would miss the polluted air the earth had to offer. She never thought she would miss the simple things like a blue sky with white fluffy clouds, and the smell of the pine trees that grew around her neighbourhood. But more than that she never thought she would miss the noise, the busyness of people in their cars, on the sidewalks rushing to get to where they needed to even in her average-sized town on a typical morning like this.