Everything really is different here. And yet it's the same, too. Maeve still doesn't have anyone she trusts, no one she believes would actually be there for her if she really needed them. That isn't ever likely to change, though.

"Coffee sounds great," she says as she slings her bag over her arm, wondering how long she can disappear from the Home before they start calling her. She doesn't have school yet and she's not sure when they'll let her start. This is better than just wandering around.