It's been a while since I felt that way.

[She sighs quietly, and the silence that follows is heavy.]

I'm not sure how long I've been gone. Three years, maybe four. And I don't know if the idea of going back to the time you left counts when you keep going anywhere but home. [Her voice sticks for a moment.]

And what happens to a world when the person who is meant to be writing it isn't there?