01 | A return

[bbsatbyrobots]

[Waking up in Mayfield was no big deal. It was something she'd grown used to in her time there. But...this morning was different. She'd woken up in a different room, next to a different person, in a different house (At least that's what the mail said).

So, with a relatively important question, she turns to the phones. The others would know!]

Ah...Why

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1/?

[weaponsparked]

[At first he thinks he's just hallucinating. The painkillers are strong stuff. So he doesn't respond...]

2/?

[weaponsparked]

[But. Wait. He hasn't taken any today.]

3/?

[weaponsparked]

[So that would mean...]

4/?

[weaponsparked]

Done

[weaponsparked]

...

Flora?

[bbsatbyrobots]

Wh-why would someones name be justice. It--

Oh hello, Sideswipe. Um...m-my house seems to have changed overnight.

[weaponsparked]

Flora... You...

Which--Which house?

[bbsatbyrobots]

Uhm...[The sound of her going through the mail] 1126 Taylor Road.

[weaponsparked]

[... that's not as close as he'd hoped.]

I... can you... can I see you?

[bbsatbyrobots]

Of course. I'm...I'm always happy to see you, Sideswipe.

[weaponsparked]

My house. Please.

[Since hobbling on one leg to her place is sort of out of the question.]

[bbsatbyrobots]

Alright, I'll be over soon.

[And she hangs up to head over.

A short while later, there's a knocking indeed!]

[weaponsparked]

[He takes a long time to get to the door, not because he's dreading it, but because walking is hard. When he opens it, he's leaning on a broomstick, and can only stare at her.]

[bbsatbyrobots]

[She doesn't notice the broom, or the the fact he's leaning on it. Not at the moment anyway.

Instead she's wondering why he's staring, and her hand instantly goes to her cheek.]

I-Is there something on my face?

[weaponsparked]

... No.

[And, heedless of the broken ribs, he lets the broom drop, hobbling forward to just hug her.]

[bbsatbyrobots]

[Surprised, she gently hugs back.]

Wh...A-are you okay?