67.3 Travel Time

"Not the weirdest thing that happened to me anyway..."

The gentle breeze of the cold winds was the only sound that I could hear as I managed to dangle my feet out of the wagon. The winter wonderland-esque atmosphere of the snow-covered trees around me reminded me of the time were I had lost a decent chunk of my memories two years ago. It was nostalgic, in a weird sense of the word, as if I missed being amnesiac or something.

"Huh...." I was rambling in my thoughts again... Then again, what was there for me to do...

"Rouge?"

Craning my neck to the side, Ruby's visage was the first thing I saw as her voice pierced through the miasma of stupidity that threatened to overwhelm me again. Somehow, her yellow sun-kissed hair looked a tad longer than how I remembered them to be; the golden locks now reaching her chest as opposed to stopping just below her shoulders.