On a normal day, after some adventure time, she'd head straight to the living room, stretch out on the sofa, and lose herself in hardware books or tinkering with her newest toy. Discovering different sights and breathing new air had its charm, yet the part she was the most excited about was opening the door after being out for several hours. Now, it smelled like a stranger's home.

    Under candlelight, Luna went upstairs to her partner's room. Though cluttered with technology Luna didn't want, it was empty in a painfully ironic way. Not even one single corner was free of gadgets, it could be mistaken for an abandoned part of the house. Where were his belongings? What did he do in his free time? With hands closing into fists, she walked to her room.

 

    Sitting on her bed, Luna fought her worst theories one by one. She wielded the benefit of the doubt's sword, saying it's too soon to assume the worst. First foe down. Maybe he made it out, after all, she argued. Her enemy changed their mind: Yes, he had a chance to run away after the wolf chased after her. This thought calmed her temporarily. Though she jolted awake again and again while chasing sleep, she at last managed to doze off for a few hours.

    The sun rose too soon, and the bird orchestra was already celebrating the morning she wasn't ready for. A morning that was like every other in technical terms: her farm partook in photosynthesis and the house was as silent as usual.

 

    And there it was, the car's rear sticking out, symbolizing nothing was as usual; that her ordinary life was in jeopardy.