Oh. Uh, California. ( which usually conjures up images of palm trees and hollywood lights, so kimberly often has to clarify. ) Not, like, Hollywood or anything. Small town. Mostly... football, I guess, and fishing.

( she shrugs. angel grove had not exactly been the best place to grow up, but it was home. she doesn't exactly miss the place, but... thinking about angel grove makes her think of the rangers. did they know she was gone? did they miss her? were they safe?

she has to shake herself out of those thoughts, an apologetic smile as she feels his hand squeeze against hers, a reassuring gesture. )

It's funny, I always wanted to get out, just go anywhere else. You know? Get in a car and just drive... ( a quiet huff of laughter under her breath punctuates the thought. ) I didn't really think it would ever happen.