And gravity pulls and no matter how hard you try you can't fight it.

She's been finding Walden hidden in storybooks and pictures, tucked away on tanning pages. Notes in margins of broken hearts and heavy chests. Brilliant yet speechless.

There's no reason in madness or love. No sense in weightlessness. She wants to go home.

Meticulously detailed plans and letters written and stored away deep within a trunk of safety, the key strung loosely on waxed twine around her neck.