Erin ran her usual route—down 2nd Ave, twice around Ashen Square Park, exit to South End to check her P.O. Box for any new “delivery" requests, go straight to 4th Ave, then get back to the 2nd and back to the park. Only this time, instead of jogging to her old playlist, she spent the entire time searching and calling up hospitals, clinics, the missing persons hotline, and even rehab centers around Ashen City and its neighbors. She asked more than a dozen numbers if they had heard of a name called Alaric who claimed he was from Aurea. She even described him the best she could, saying, “You know, around 6 feet tall, mid-20’s, gray hair, purple eyes? Thinks he is a prince?” only to be accused of calling out of a prank.
By the time she rounded back to Ashen Square Park, she had run out of fac
