Vesania approached Salem, daydreaming as she walked. She remembered a time, before Oregon's destruction began, and a half forgotten thought that had come with it drifted into her mind, "Here I am looking at blackness, speckled blackness. Looking up at it, I can still conceive questions, which I can't answer: Why are we here, why not someplace else entirely?, Is this where billions of years of evolution has lead us?, and still there are more that baffle me. There’s a obviously a finiteness to life, but what surrounds us seems almost.. infinite. Even worse, the seeming infinity that surrounds us is chaotic, random even.” Random, Vesania never enjoyed that word, it always seemed to her to be nondescript, and to be random seemed impossible to her. “Is anything ever truly random, or do we lack the logic to derive the factors that lead to it?” This was always Vesania’s opinion, sometimes she was even quoted by her friends for saying that phrase. “Maybe, everything I can see is teeming with life, that’s quite a horrendous thought. Though, even more terrifying, what if everything I see is devoid of life?” Vesania hated the thought of being alone. Her brother, Luke, and herself were always together when she was younger. Now, he was with always her as well, though she questioned his tangible or even existential state. Vesania kept walking, and her daydream continued, “What if I am alone, what if I destroy all the other life in the house? Nah, Dad’s home, and besides the toilet seat’s got some serious germs on it anyway.”, Vesania thought just before she wiped the food specks off the inside of the black microwave, and she left the existential debate they initiated behind to go talk to her dad. Though, her daydream stopped in its tracks, as did her walk, both abruptly ended with a faint grin and earnest curiosity about the city of Salem which sprawled out before her, the fruit of her travel.