...
No results, none. Zip. Zero; for all of the research I've done, there's nothing to show for it.
Yes, it's hard to believe it's already been a month. It almost seems distant now; the memories of my friends back home. They're all probably so worried about me...
"Good luck."
"Be safe."
"Have fun!"
"Don't do anything dangerous."
I assured everyone I'd do what they asked. I'm a good liar like that- it's not a big deal. So what, I've gotten a few cuts and scrapes? All part of the journey.
So what? My backpack full of personal items was stolen, I'm out of cheddar and clothes and I've been pickpocketing to get by? So what if all I have left is my handbag? ...It's all part of the journey.
Someone told me I look sick. Yeah, I guess I'm a bit pale. Meh. Not a huge deal; I've just been working extra hard lately.
Last week, I heard a rumor. Someone in a bar said that he knew where all of the keys were. Every one.
He was just showing off- mostly. The only part of his story that seemed to ring true was the fact that there was a key HERE. In this town, somewhere; my research data seemed to back that much up.
Then he said that I was underaged and told me to leave. Ugh.
...So I've been wandering out in the snow for hours now, with nothing but my data and that one stranger's word! It's so freezing out here, I swear my nose is about to fall off.
...Fall.
...Off.
Serious business, frostbite. I don't want to catch it, so I'll keep moving unless I see something. I hope I get lucky today; I mean, I've got snow in places I don't think I even have.
...If nothing turns up, this will be the fifth time. I hope that all of this hard work pays off.
...These keys are the only chance I have.
