Her eyes ran over the map, going over streets and locations. She paused over places she knew, idly wondering if perhaps they harbored ghosts somewhere in them. Eventually, her eyes fell on the college. She frowned.
"Sam," she said. Her voice was soft and sad as she reached out and touched the spot on the map. "Are you there?" She did not even realize that she had wondered that out loud until she heard Ayana answer her.
"That is not an area we have to go to yet, Mifa. And we will not. Not until we get a call."
"Why?"
"I explained this to you before. You are not ready."
She had not taken her eyes from the map when Ayana had entered, but she did now, turning to look at Ayana. "How am I not ready? He died five years ago. I've dealt with it."
"You may have dealt with it, but you are also still dealing with losing your own life."
"And so that prevents me from going to college?"
