As Bluejay woke up the next day, she could hear something off in the distance.
She remembered these voices.. but she couldn't remember why..
She tried to pinpoint where they were coming from.
Then suddenly, as she tried to pinpoint the noise, she remembered.
She remembered a warm body pressing again her suddenly becoming cold.
She remembered a strange noise that had came out of the nichelings mouth.
And she remembered what had happened after the nicheling had faded into nothing.
She had been able to open her eyes, a little, on the first day.
And all she saw was a color like the river, but deeper.
Was it... blue?
The blue things had swarmed above her, calling out to each other.
"Look at it.." "It's so strange.." "Huh."
Suddenly, a quiet, but commanding voice spoke out. "Leave her."
The other blue things had, at least from what Bluejay had seen, seemed confused.
"But.."
The quiet blue thing spoke again.
"She... is different. I think... she in one of them."
The confused calls turned into sharp whispers.
"It.. can't be.." "There hasn't been one in so long.."
Then, one question ended all of the whispering.
"Are... are they coming back?"
This caused all of them to go silent.
Then, the quiet one spoke again.
"... maybe..."
Then, Bluejay's eyes had shut, and she had fallen asleep.
She was sure of it now. it was those voices she heard in the distance, calling to her.
She was able to pinpoint the voices were coming from the north, and she knew what she had to do.
She had to follow them.