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The wasteland surrounds the 6 towns. It's like a desert, but with no signs of life. At all.

Emma sat in the wasteland, staring at the endless miles of dirt in front of her. She wanted her aunt back. She wanted New York back. January was great, but she missed the crowds. She missed seeing all the interesting people walking by trying to make something out of their lifes. Now all anyone did was work or talk about the dissapearance. Everyone wanted to know what happened. No one wanted to move on. Emma was about 2 miles out of January, but she wanted to go farther. There had to be something else out there. Why wasn't anyone looking?

Cyrus walked out to the Wasteland. He'd noticed that Emma was gone, and gotten worried. "Emma?" he called out, looking around as he walked. His throat was getting sore from shouting so much. "E-e-e-mma?"

Emma turned around. She thought she heard someone say her name. It must be Cyrus. He must not have seen the note she left. "Over here!" she yelled.

Cyrus jogged over to Emma. "There you are!" he grinned, relieved. He didn't bother scolding her for leaving without warning. "Whaddya doing out here?"

Emma gave Cyrus a small smile and pushed her hair behind her ear. "Just thinking." Emma has never been one for words and Cyrus knew that. He didn't try to get her to say more then she wanted and that was nice. She was really glad she had him, even if it didn't show.

"Yup." Cyrus sat down next to Emma. "So how's your day been?" He would try to make some small talk, and if it didn't work, then he would just sit and stare at the horizon.

"Fine." Emma knew she should try and talk more, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. What if she opened up to Cyrus and another dissapearance happened? For a while the two of them just sat there. Emma looked at Cyrus and thought that maybe he had an idea as to what happened. Despite Emma's curiosity they had never really discussed the dissapearance. Maybe Emma needed a Watson to her Sherlock. Emma cleared her throat. "What do you think is out there?"

Cyrus was about to ask Emma if she wanted to leave yet when she asked a question. He shrugged. "I dunno. Just the desert, maybe?" he suggested. He knew he should probably come up with a theory or two, but...it just got him thinking about negative things.

Emma continued to stare at the miles of dessert. "There has to be something else." Emma stood up and took a few steps forward, continuing to look. There just had to be something.

Cyrus sat there, waiting for her to come back. "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, something must have happened to the other countries right? Like Japan and Europe. We just haven't thought to contact them. Although, I don't know how we could, now." he said.

"People should be trying harder." Emma said still standing and looking. She wanted to tell Cyrus more, but she wasn't sure if she could open up anymore. This probably was one of the longest conversations they'd had. At least where Emma was responding with words instead of just nods.

"Well, it's kinda hard to communicate with people across the ocean, Emma. It would be pretty cool if we could figure out how, though! Any ideas?" Cyrus asked. What had happened to the other countries anyway?

Emma stood for a moment. Everything looked so empty. She walked back towards Cyrus and layed on the ground, looking up at the sky.
"We still have transportation. I don't know why people haven't left these 6 towns to look for more. For all we know the people we lost could be out there."

((Sorry, I totally forgot!))
"Maybe, one day, another town could be built." Cyrus pondered. He tilted his head and stared into space. "September! That would be cool! I mean, it's not like anybody ever ages anymore, so there's plenty of time."

Emma continued to look up at the sky. She closed her eyes and thought of her Aunt. Replaying their fondest memories in her head. Her aunt was the only one who truly understood Emma. The only one who made conversation easier. Emma may not communicate well, but she didn't like being alone. She missed the bussling streets of New York. You were never alone, but you also weren't acpected to chat with anyone. Emma countinued to think of her old life and how she could get it back, forgeting to reply to Cyrus.