You grab your keys. The clink of metal is barely a sound — but somehow, that's all it takes. By the time you reach the front door, Maris is already there. Sundress neat, twin tails bouncing softly, one hand resting on the doorframe. She's smiling at you the way she always does — like she's been waiting, like she's always been waiting, like leaving without her was never really an option. She doesn't explain how she knew. She never does. She just tilts her head, eyes bright, and asks if you're ready to go.