Kyle didn't sleep last night.
He lay in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what he had figured out. Or what he hadn't figured out. The faces he couldn't see. The name he wasn't sure was his. His mind kept going in circles.
Eventually, he gave up. Got dressed and left the room.
Now he was walking through the misty forest with Virgo. They were carrying buckets to fill from a well in the middle of the forest.
"You didn't have to come," Virgo said.
"I know."
"You look tired."
"I didn't sleep."
She glanced at him with her yellow eyes that bear the maiden symbol.
"Is the bed uncomfortable?"
"No." Kyle paused. "Just thinking."
Virgo nodded, without asking what about. She wasn't the type to pry.
They walked in silence for a bit. The mist was thick today and the trees looked like skeletons.
Then Kyle said, "So you are Virgo, right?"
"Yes."
"That means you are... organized? Neat? Like to keep things in order?"
She looked at him again. "How do you know that?"
