( starter && hope-for-the-hopeless-beth )

          Just over the horizon was the sun barely setting, she was
          joyful— joyful that they all had been reunited, yet she still
          felt empty. An emptiness she couldn’t manage to fill, of 
          course she had her husband– although she knew what was
          missing, and that was without a doubt her sister. Having to
          have asked literally the whole entire group, she had yet to 
          speak with the youngest Dixon, with no other question to it
          her sister must have gone with someone of the group when 
          the prison fences have gone down. Seemingly everyone 
          had managed to find one another during the midst of all
          that chaos.

          Taken with a deep breathe, she meant to go and confront
          the redneck all while keeping up with the others on their
          long voyage to Washington– never did she think of going
          out that far. Not without Beth, with no further hesitation
          did she ask, soon interrupted with a quick glimpse of a
          blonde haired female; taking a better look at it all, she
          was familiar with those blonde locks, most importantly all
          that was most evident to her was that beautiful smile. 

           It was Beth, it was her sister.

        ` — that’s.., it’s really you.. ` she couldn’t find words to speak, but she still knew
                                                     how to hug a person. with a swift motion she made
                                                     her way to the blonde, arms enclosed as if it were
                                                     to never let go of the other.