[Reira's hand brushes over her notebook, and slowly she opens the pages up. It is the recent ones-the ones she's been working on over the last week or so, that she falls to. Her eyes downcast, the pen and pencil smudging slightly from frequent touch. There are attempts to draw things such as the trees and flowers that were there, but also the birds,
and the dragonflies. There are even drawings of sheep...

...They are among the few pages she hasn't written notes for. The park,
in its death, is in the 4th's view right now after all. He can see it for herself.] ...It was important to lots of people that didn't notice.

...People don't notice things that are important to them until it's too late, I think.