I didn’t really get what the movie was about. Some crazy chick that randomly killed a colleague of her husband. From the corner of my eye, I watched Liz. She was apping (If you don’t think that’s a word, I just decided it is, so it is 0: ))or something. Sometimes she shook her head or laughed quietly. I wondered what they were talking about. After some time she put her phone aside and got up. “Where are you going?” Liam asked as she attempted to leave. “Lorien.” I raised an eyebrow. Somewhere, in a dark hidden part of my brain, it sounded familiar. Anyway, before I could really respond, she’d left.

Lotte came home. She dumped her bag on the stairs. It sounded like she dropped a brick. Poor her. “Where is Liz?” she asked. “I have no clue…” Louis said after thinking. It’d been nearly three hours since she left. Lotte sighed in annoyance and took her phone out. After a few seconds, Liz’ phone went off. She’d left it on the table. “Great. Did she tell you where she was going?” “No,” we said in unison. “You guys are really doing a great job taking care of her, you know that?”

We’d split up to look for her. Okay, so this was a pretty dead place, but still. I was pretty sure Joanna was going to be pretty pissed if she’d find out. She’d asked Louis specifically to stay for a few weeks to take care of Liz and we lost her. Great, just great. I passed the park and saw a girl that looked like Liz playing with a little girl. I sighed in relief. Then I looked for a while, it was very adorable how she played with the little girl. At some point she noticed me and she had this challenging look in her eyes, it was creepy. Suddenly, she had this extremely hostile attitude towards me. “We were looking for you,” I said. “Good for you,” she replied. When she saw the hurt look in my eyes, she continued: “I am not going to drop dead or something, relax.” “Come on, Lotte is quiet mad at us, so…” But the little girl grabbed Liz’ hand. “Don’t leave,” she said. Liz kneeled. “I’ll be here tomorrow and the day after and the day after that, okay? Now, go home with your mommy and play with your brother, that’s fun as well, right?” Liz said. “But I like you better,” the little girl replied. I frowned. It was fun to see how Liz interacted with the child, but it made her again not fifteen. Then I got to the question why on earth she was playing with this child, but I learnt one thing in life: sometimes, you shouldn’t try to understand women. This was such an occasion.