MissHedgey wrote down her ideas, frantic to come up with something new. It was a struggle that was far too familiar for her, becoming something to drown out. It was not something to think much about. The ideas would come eventually.

“Perhaps they stare at the camera?” she thought to herself. “I can find something to work with there. But how can I lead to that?”

She looked through her notes and looked for a thread to follow. The wall must be broken, but how? As she thought, the way was soon apparent, without too much effort. It might take a while, but she can follow the clues there. She just needed a place to start. The vigilante, maybe.

“This is the beginning of the chapter.”