Things happen in different ways for different people. Different strokes for different folks. But this story seems to intertwine with other stories and this is where I start off once again. I am your narrator and you are my reader. I know the story and you don't. Welcome to the world of deception and truth, you will never know what comes first and if there is an after.

She finds herself among strange people covered in brown dust. They all have the same facial expressions with the look of angst and depression. She finds herself traveling toward the middle of the U.S. and there's nothing stopping her. No family. No friends. Her self and her mind are her directions. No maps needed. Estella's adventurous. We all wish we were her. She feels it in her stomach and it is time for her to move. That feeling is the only thing that she can truly call her friend and she doesn't plan on finding anything else but that. She wants to find what she lost when John passed. Shes alone. As she's heading out the diner door, she spots a young blonde. She knows shes seen her some where and she hates recognizing familiar faces without a single clue of who they are. She figures it out. It's sam. well hello sam. welcome to the story. She runs up to her in complete awe and taps her on the shoulder. She welcomes her and asks for an explanation as to why shes left her home in Los Angeles for a dusty home that never ends under the moonlight. Sam looks and she explains. Shes missing something. She needs to find it soon or it will be too late. Sam regrets telling her this. She hates Estella. She hates her for being the last to say I love you. She hates her because she is everything she was not. She hates her because she wished she was there when he dropped the plates. John told her about the moment he met Estella, and ever since then, John was the only thing she cared about. They werent planning to meet. They weren't planning to make friends. They were both planned to find something. some ring. some story. some cupcake. some type of golden rush that would make them live again and breathe the same air that everyone else was breathing. And they decided this would be the only way it would happen. Two people in the same place, same situation. No differences except for the skin that covered their bones. John still in the same place he had been. They were in for an adventure. But what kind of an adventure? They didn't know. Little did they know that one would end up on the underside of the world and the other would be sitting in a field of flowers.