Hamilton hasn't changed much in the years Lauren's been gone. Downtown is still a mess of concrete and glass, made more bleak by the late autumn grey. People in black and gold still hold out hope that maybe this will be the year, even though the Cats haven't won the cup since '99 and don't seem any closer to doing it. Barton is still littered with boarded up storefronts; the faded marquee above one door still reads "SAV OUR JOBS HOP CANADIAN" like it has for as long as she can remember. Lauren doesn't miss it, not really. Too many bad memories are rooted here for her to want to stay for long. For a moment, though, it's nice to be home. She wanders aimlessly for an afternoon, coffee in hand to fend off the cold, before she finally makes her way to the cemetery.
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