Amber saw her everywhere now. She couldn't remember what had happened that night, and she wished she could. All she remembered was the screaming. So many things reminded her of Clementine. The coffee shop that Clem had shown her, the hat she'd given her, the fountain she loved. The same fountain Amber saw now. She knew Clem wasn't really there. She was gone, taken by whatever had attacked them that night. But she couldn't help but keep staring. She didn't want another reminder. But Clementine kept showing up. And now, her uncle was here. Her uncle... who was a conspiracy theorist... who was here to investigate the forest. Which meant more questions. Oh boy.
song - ghost of chicago - noah floersch
