Starr's scream echoed in Marie's head for days after the rooftop meeting. Soon after Starr had emerged from the door, Marie flew back into the building, past the terrified girl and a puzzled Mei, who seemed to be trying to piece together the clue that Marie had left in the snow. The combination of her being able to move the snow and Mei not being able to see her while Starr could had left Marie utterly frazzled, and the only thing she had thought to do was leave.
Marie found herself back in her apartment, staring out her cracked window, repeating the evening's events in her head. The sharp cold had spread through her, taking her over entirely. It reminded her of wintertime when she was younger, how she frolicked in the snow and laid on her back making snow angels, staring up at the bright blue sky, letting the cold envelop her...
With a quick shake of her head, Marie snapped out of her walk down memory lane. She had more important things to worry about. Other than the fact that this random girl could see her and Mei could not, she had to figure out how to get into the desk that Mr. Evans had mentioned in her last encounter with him. Despite her short-lived ability to move snow and feel cold, it was exactly that: short-lived. And she was not going to wait around another 5 years to suddenly feel again. Marie was patient, but not that patient.
After staring into the clear night sky for what felt like 3 more hours (her lack of a clock caused more problems than she could ever expect), Marie decided to wander the halls to clear her mind. Not that that ever worked, but it gave her something to do.
Ascending the steps to the tenth floor, Marie found herself near Mr. Evans's apartment yet again. The police tape had dropped to the floor, no one having been bothered to pick it up. She flew through the door, feeling some deja vu, and sat in the faded maroon armchair. As she looked up through the clear window, a bright shooting star flew past. Marie smiled, allowing herself one wish, and all she wanted was for someone to open that godforsaken desk drawer.
The second she finished her wish, light flooded in from the hallway as the door creaked open.
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