Coming home

[worseforfears]

The elevator doors open to a couple of faces that haven't been seen in the basement since before the plague hit. A sweet-faced blonde demon pushing a very happy-looking brunette ex-angel in a wheelchair.

Folks, Becky Trapper's back home. And she's smiling. Her leg's still in a cast, and under her shirt, her ribs are still wrapped, but her stitches are out and she is grinning fit to burst.