As required, I have returned to check on my newest addition. So far, Amb's tale has not much to show. Amb has once again failed to get a job. She has a small pool of savings and almost seems content as she tries to convince herself that she is on the right path. Sometimes I wish I could interfere. Anything to get the ball rolling, to make one of these lumps of decaying flesh do something of interest. I could shout, "Don't let anxiety grab you with its claws. Break free Amb!" I wonder if that would make her anxiety worse, or maybe she would think she has gone mad?  

Ah, she seems to be on the edge of panic. I think she is attempting to ignore her bills by traversing the trails of her new town. From what I recall, it is her first time biking in many years. "Quack". The day is bright and sunny. "Quack, quack". There is but a single cloud in the sky. "QUACK, QUACK, QUACK..."  Who is interrupting my WORK? "QUACKKK..." From WHERE on earth is that persistent 'QUACKING' coming? I am but a narrator! What INFURIATING CREATURE dare to interrupt my tale? Does he not realize this tale is not about him? Or does he believe HE is above all? That HE can distract me from my work? HE SHALL NOT! HE IS BUT A DUCK! HE... Why has she stopped? She's taking a picture... I swear if this one likes ducks...