I... vaguely remember. The gate was left open, wasn't it? So that we could come and go? Maybe the feeling was mutual? There's just some small part that remembers this place and misses it.

[Oh man, for the folks who didn't see the end of the war, this was going to feel really weird.]

I wonder if any of the others are going to show up, or if it's just me. [Please gods, spare her from being alone around here. Too much attention.] How have things been, since we left?