The chill of the air was reminiscent. The excursions through the Paramina Rift had left her with bittersweet nostalgia. In retrospect, those times had seemed so... warm. And welcome. In comparison with the present, anyroad. Mayhaps it was the company. Even with Vaan's oft immature demeanour, Fran couldn't help thinking she missed his childish banter with Penelo. In truth, she missed them all. Not that she would have found herself saying so.

Except perhaps in the quiet of her own mind.

Bundled up on the floor, Fran was locked into thought. Caught between the past and the present, the former being without practicality in the face of the situation. Appreciating the past and missing it would not help her survive. She needed to survive. In hopes that one day she might be reunited with the others.

Survival would depend on what to do, however. Find food. Scavenge. Find shelter from the biting cold. It wasn't until she was trembling that she truly understood how cold she was. And how concerned she was over her own future prospects. What if she... couldn't survive this? Nay. That was a defeatist notion. She could not suffer herself to think like so.

Bound up in a thin blanket that might as well have been naught at all, Fran trudged slowly toward the door and resting her weight against it, she forced it open. Not that it took much. Freedom didn't seem such a precious commodity, after all. In the hallway corridor she saw nothing at first. No one. An eerie silence. Unpleasant. Disconcerting. Her Viera senses did nothing to help her.

But her eyes still worked. And so too did her ears. She was certain she saw someone in the distance. Hallucination or not, perhaps even delusions would be better than her solitude. Fran could only stoically hope.