Apartment Above Luke's, Tuesday Morning

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The trip to Limbo City had worn her out mentally and emotionally and that, combined with barely sleeping over the past two weeks, had resulted in Kathy letting herself into the house and collapsing facedown on her bed and sleeping for almost two days straight. Exhausting herself that thoroughly had resulted in no dreams that she remembered (not that she could rightly call them dreams anymore), but when she finally woke up late Tuesday morning, there was no convenient fog of exhaustion to hide behind. She was wide awake, thinking clearly, and she knew what she needed to do next.

Dante had found his family. It was time to ovary up and ask Raven about hers.

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"No, you should just--" What? Leave? Kathy wasn't sure she wanted that. Stay? Kathy wasn't sure if she could handle that. "I don't know."

The words that actually made it out of her mouth sounded strangled. "I don't fucking know anything."

Except that she had to leave. It was getting impossible to breathe in here. Impossible to breathe on this whole island, with its flowers and its memories and its stupid, broken dreams.

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Raven would be sneaking into the house on Godiva tonight after work. Not that anyone would be home except the dog, but she didn't know that.

It would probably be awhile before she felt comfortable just walking in through the front door of this place, too.

"Yeah," she said. She felt like she couldn't move, not until Kathy had actually left. Sitting here and taking it was part of her punishment. For killing her best friend's family. "Okay."

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And Kathy did just that, fleeing out the door and down the steps. She wasn't dressed for winter, still wearing her thin pjs and slippers, but she wasn't going to let that stop her.

She was going to run all the way to the Portalocity office in town and take the first available portal to anywhere that was going to a place she'd never been.

That place happened to be Boston, which was an even worse place to go in pjs. Oh well. That's what credit cards and shopping malls were for.