Lync continues her run back home, dreading what she'll find when she gets there. Steeling herself, she re-enters the building. Slowly, carefully, she does a thorough sweep of every room, looking for any trace of her parents. Nothing. They're gone.
Numbly, she returns to her room, plopping her backpack on her bed. There had been nothing definitive to prove that they were gone, she muses as she unpacks her backpack. No trace of where they were, though. Nothing to suggest a good reason why her parents were nowhere to be found. She quickly repacks her backpack with some essentials - spare clothes, her multitool, her laptop - before leaving the house, taking a key and locking the door behind her. As she begins her second walk to school that day, she can't help but feel a sense of finality to the action.