The thoughts she had were complicated and provoked only more unanswerable questions that she loathed. The brunette's mind wandered over the thought of death. It was such a miserable topic to dwell on but it intrigued little, innocent Montrietta. She wasn't ignorant of what death was, unlike the other children she went to school with. She had taken the time to read. Even with all of her text book knowledge though, she still couldn't grasp the loss of thought. Thinking was the one thing she loved over everything else in the world. Where would they go? Where would her beloved thoughts go? While she pondered the whereabouts of thoughts after death, she decided something. She decided that she wouldn't care if she died, as long as she knew what would happen to her thoughts.