The moment she arrived she had no idea where she was. She could clearly remember where she was before this but had to figure out where she was supposed to be.

She saw the others, those who dwelled here, those who came to visit and those who tried to keep this place clean. A couple of them even tried to come over to help, likely recognizing her situation, but she'd always been the strong one, able to do things on her own. It was a part of who she was.

The worker who was tending one of the spots seemed interested in keeping it nice and neat, but he wouldn't be able to help her. He likely would know where she had to be, given where he worked.

Her life before here was pretty good. Family, friends, even someone who loved her dearly. But now she was here. And she had to know where she was supposed to go, had to figure it out.

But this graveyard was so expansive. Where was her headstone?