Blue's walking. Not on a walk: that would imply more intent than she has, a predestined route or some sort of exercise. She's just walking. When she'd been asked to start thinking about Big Decisions, through a night of thinking, once again, that she might have to be responsible for Gansey's death -- she'd felt a strange stillness, an eerie calm that she'd known was going to break eventually. Even finding out Gansey had disappeared, the next day. She'd been a boat on a windless sea, not going anywhere but not storm-tossed.

Well, the clouds are gathering.

So she's just walking, letting herself tire out and be around nature, so many of her usual routines stripped away, when she sees in her periphery a familiar face that can't be here.

Younger, maybe, or different, a little sadder, too, maybe not her at all, but with so many friends lost, she can't help but stop, literally, at the idea of one re-found.

"Eleanor?"