There's no rush. You're not in any hurry.

You look towards your sweet teddy bear on your bed, and just hug it for a few moments, then pack it.

It gives you a sense of ease knowing you have something so meaningful to hold onto.

Time to get into the car.

Just you, the social worker, and the radio.

Atleast you have your teddy bear.

Well, you just sit block out everything, only white noise in your head.

Blocking out the radio, the sound of cars, the engine of the car you're in, just your thoughts.

...Hello...

Hey you...Anyone there?

Oh God, it's the social worker's voice.

Or