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[The video reveals an unimpressed girl--far more pleasant than some of the videos going around the network.]

I hate these machines. They only show horrible things and every time I try to get rid of mine, it comes back.

[She taps the device's screen, just in case anyone had doubts about what she was talking about.]

I threw it in the ocean and then found it on my bed. Then I smashed it and buried the pieces, but it came back again. Is there a way to make them go away? Permanently?

[COMMENT]

[This weekend, Jinora is an adult. The airbender has the distinctive blue arrow tattoos given to those who master the art and she's at least a decade older than she normally is. Regardless, most who know her would be able to recognize her. It's peculiar; she aged physically and mentally overnight, but her memory hasn't changed at all.

That mystery isn't the one she's concerned with. Sunday afternoon finds her on the beach, contemplating the relationships between the various bending arts. Jinora's brain seems to have aged along with her body. She feels more insightful, more capable of drawing her own conclusions rather than repeating what her father has taught her. She has every intention of using this greater insight to the fullest. As a ten year-old, she had been struggling with what she had been taught about bending, suspecting that she was missing something significant. Now her thoughts seem freer and clearer.

Jinora may also be avoiding a four year-old Korra. Getting her thoughts straight with a little Avatar present was all but impossible. She hasn't wandered far, though.

Occupied as she is, Jinora's paying little attention to her surroundings, eyes focused on the rhythmic movement of the ocean waves.]

[COMMENTS]

Hey! Get back here!

[For the better part of the morning, Jinora is out chasing what looks like a fist-sized, heart-shaped balloon. It doesn't have a string, of course, because it is her heart. This makes it all the more difficult to catch the yellow heart every time it decides to drift away from its owner.

The young airbender is quick on her feet and even faster once she's off the ground, sending snow flying as she propels herself from the ground to the rooftops. She's trying not to get in anyone's way, but such things are virtually inevitable when you're chasing your wayward heart.]

You're mine! Aren't you supposed to listen to me?

[Every time the girl gets close to the heart, it takes off in a different direction, sometimes bobbing near the ground, occasionally spiraling up into the sky. At this rate, she's going to have to go home and get her air glider...]

[COMMENTS]

[The video feed starts. There's nothing exciting to see; this particular device has been discarded in the frenzied panic the monsters have inspired, giving the network little to see but a whitewashed apartment wall.

The ambient nose is ghoulish: moans, groans, short phrases from the more articulate creatures, nails screeching along windows, rattling at the door. A dog is barking, low and angry.]

Hamlet? It's okay, boy.

[Jinora's voice, soon joined by her worried-looking face as she picks the device up.]

They can't get-- [The girl gasps and clutches the network device close. There's a brief view of the front window where a man, pale-faced and undoubtedly in some stage of decay, puts a gnarled hand against the glass. His voice is almost inaudible, but a word can be made out.]

Disappointment. Disssssapointment...

[The network device clatters to the ground. Quietly, disbelieving, Jinora whispers:]

Daddy?

[COMMENTS]

[Jinora doesn't really get the network device and prefers not to use it, but she has a very important question to ask and the library is currently closed.]

Who decided when to start the new year?

The date doesn't match up with anything important.

[COMMENTS]

[The video opens to a view of the fountain and a small pair of feet clad in unusual, tight-fitting red boots. The audio feed is little more than the buzz of many voices overlapping, words lost in the crowd.

The little feet shift, pace, and occasionally vanish out of sight. After a time, the owner of the feet sits on the fountain's edge, coming into view. She's young and petite; her billowing outfit, tied at the waist, is all subdued red-browns and yellows. Her dark brown hair is pulled into an off-center bun.

The girl looks around with wide brown eyes. It's clear that she's surprised and nervous and very possibly overwhelmed by the busy City Square, but there's no panic or jitteriness in her movements. With an air of calm grace, she draws her legs up and settles into a meditative position.]

I wish I had brought a book.

[Her eyes close. The feed times out long before she moves.]

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