EasternEvermore

                 Remi held her head in her hands and gave an overly tired sigh. She was dying and she knew it. Her estimated maximum number of months quickly coming to a close, her allotted time drawing to an end, and it was near. So painfully near. She could feel herself shutting down. She was hardly hungry anymore, and her muscles were slowly atrophying around her. Her body was slowly decaying around her and the knowledge pained her to no end. Banner had already tried, and they had even enlisted the indirect assistance of Tony Stark, but to no avail. Death, for her, still loomed upon the horizon. Damn her father and his white coat loonies.

             I am the Nowhere Girl. She is me and I am her and we are both one and the same. Follow where the wind takes her and with her I am bound to go. With her fairytales are more than dreams, they are the essence of reality. For her alone, dragonflies breathe fire and mocking birds breathe life into songs time itself has forgotten.            I am the Nowhere Girl, so come with me and I will show you how to find the secrets locked away in time. Follow carefully, and beware, for we know not what could be hiding there. And watch so carefully the skies, for the stars have a nasty habit of disappearing right before your very eyes.    

She always had a terrible case of wanderlust. Always on the road. She was always on the road. Her feet were sore and tired from days, weeks, months, years of travel. The soles of her feet were tough with time; the soles of her shoes were thin with wear. The sky above her shone bright with the daytime sun. Dust kicked up around her feet as they met the ground. Another town, another night, a different room, and more of the same time-worn stories she never tired of telling. Cheap food and odd jobs were just enough to get her by. Long nights and even longer days marked the passage of time in her life. And there in the distance, so far away lay