She walks out of the airport and into the damp heat of Miami, making a face as the humidity settles over her like a blanket. Her hair is even shorter than it was when she ended up in Mathias, certainly shorter than when Raylan saw her off at the beginning of the school year.

It only takes a few seconds of scanning for a taxi to spot Raylan, lounging against the side of the inevitable town car. She lights up, shedding the dignity she's managed to gather at the ripe old age of almost-21 and running the short length from the doors to Raylan's side. She throws herself into a hug.

"I told you I could get home on my own, you motherfucker."