"Guess my jobs here done" she says, in a satisfied yet tired voice.
The girl looks at the view; it reminded her slightly of her past.
"Even fractures of a form create a picture"
"Zoe, come in"
"Loud and clear"
"Report back to ####"
"Alright, coming right ahead"
The girl quickened her pace, but not before looking straight at the endless rippling waters of the river
"Someday, we will see again, Dear ####"