Can we let sleeping dogs lie?

t wasn't long before Ann was noticed by someone-- of course they would, with all her freaking out. Blonde pigtails whipped about as Ann looked behind herself, to where the voice was coming, and in her panic made a mistake. Blue eyes were alight with relief as she stood from the grass and flowers with exuberance, despite her head still throbbing. Still in a whirlwind of panic and mild pain, she took the hands of the stranger with a broad smile, brows knitted together in relief rather than confusion and concern.


    "Yusuke you're here! You have no idea how happy I am to... see," Her words slowed as Ann took in the person before her. Same dark colored hair, same styling as well, lanky form and artsy vibe-- well she could have sworn this was her teammate in crime, but it very much wasn't. With a small gasp she withdrew her hands, eyebrows raised and blue eyes wide open in realization. Her headache returned at full force, along with the painful realization that she wasn't in familiar company. "That you're not Yusuke." She finished her sentence finally, shoulders dropping.


    "I'm sorry that... must have taken you by surprise. You look really similar to one of my close friends." She attempted to explain, a slender hand coming up to her head. Ann really wished that whoever put her in the field of flowers would have been kind enough to give her some aspirin or something too. That was asking way too much though. Still, the fact that she wasn't completely alone was reassuring in its own respect, and while there was still the lingering fear of being lost, at least she wasn't alone anymore. This guy... couldn't have been the one to put her there, would he have? He just didn't seem... the type. Her guard was still up, though.


    "Um, my name is Takamaki Ann. Do you... happen to know where we are?"