Wren had been clinging to the hope that hearing her say how they met would jog Amy's memory, but the hope had come crashing to the ground the moment the door was slammed in her face.
"I'm...I'm sorry," she managed to get out, knowing that they probably couldn't hear her through the door. She sniffled, fought back another fresh wave of tears, and decided the best thing she could do was get something to eat. Her stomach was grumbling, and she still had some money on her.
Wren never thought she'd be so grateful to see a Subway. The food was a little different than what she was used to, but she was still able to get something she liked. She ate it as she walked around town. She had to start thinking of how she was going to get home, but she didn't even know where to begin.
She couldn't even call up her parents. She didn't exist yet, and they had no reason to believe that she was their daughter. That was assuming they even lived here - maybe the Carters didn't exist in this reality. If it was another reality. Wren wasn't really sure how she was supposed to tell the difference.
When she was about halfway done with her sandwich - and still nowhere closer to figuring out what she was going to do - she found herself back outside of Amy's apartment. Not right in front of it, but near enough. Close enough that if Amy looked out her window, she'd see Wren looking lost and confused.
It wasn't intentional. Wren hadn't been thinking when she was walking - she just let her feet lead her to wherever she was going to go. But now she was back again, and she knew it looked bad. She sighed, took another sorrowful bite of her sandwich, and went to sit down on conveniently placed bench a few feet away from where she had been standing.
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