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It's odd, if not entirely unexpected, how everything just seems to go back to normal as if nothing ever happened. That often tends to be the way of things around here, Therese has found, Darrow's residents bouncing back from the latest trauma startlingly fast. Usually, though, it isn't nearly everyone having been gone for weeks that they all have to recover from. Those who were gone don't seem to think they ever went anywhere. Those who are left — well, she can't speak for anyone else, and she can't say she liked all that quiet, but she's still thrown by the sudden shift, the return back to normalcy.

Mostly, and more unexpectedly, she's found herself with a barely noticeable discontent. It's strange in its own right, really, when usually she's fine just to carry on as things are, not looking for much or attempting any big changes. And she's lucky, she knows, to have a job doing what she loves. Lately, though, going back to taking pictures for the paper, she keeps thinking about the weeks she wasn't doing that, her photography on her own time and her own terms. She's always felt a bit too daunted to try to do anything of her own, but it was nice, not having that structure.

Something to think about. She wouldn't be able to stop if she tried.

As usual, she's spending her day off out with her camera, taking pictures in the park, newly filled with people again. In that regard, at least, it's nice to have things go back to normal, and nice, too, to have the freedom she did a few weeks ago. Smiling faintly to herself as she lines up a shot, she then suppresses a wince when someone walks into the frame.

"Sorry," she says, as if she's the one in the way, which she very well might be, really. "I was just trying to —"

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Stopping short, I turned towards the familiar voice, smiling ruefully as I realized my mistake. These last few weeks, I found myself drifting into daydream more often than usual, walking the streets in a kind of dazed autopilot.

"No, this one's on me," I said of her apology as I stepped out of frame.

Time has made Miyoung clumsy. She feels wary, even paranoid, in the face of Darrow's citizens reappearing, and yet it's as if she's been dulled by it, lost in a fog of thought. Usually she's so aware of her surroundings, but being out in public like this, seeing strangers who maybe didn't exist for a few weeks there, it distracts her. She wanders down the path, not noticing the woman until she speaks, and Miyoung glances over to see her, holding her camera in position for a shot — which Miyoung is standing directly in the middle of.

Executing a small, apologetic half-bow, still her instinct after all this time, she steps aside. "Sorry," she says. "I was distracted." Her feet only carry her to the edge of the walkway, though, and she turns to look, curious, wondering what the woman wants to photograph.

Daisy had stopped a few feet away, comfortably out of frame, but she sees that not everyone has they same decency. The woman behind the camera actually apologizes to the person in her way, like she's the one doing something wrong, and the person doesn't even react.

In fact, they stop entirely in frame, looking at their phone.

"Oi!" Daisy shouts at them. "Move your arse, you're in the shot."