Jul 02, 2010 23:27
The house is too damn quiet with Sandy away at her Grandfather's. Fortunately for her, Dad didn't ask about why she needed the time away from her daughter to "work." She's filling the space with more surveillance of Thorne's operation, the buzz still circulating on the streets about Blockbuster's death, and copious amounts of Oingo Boingo blaring from the sound system.
She rubs her neck and wishes her husband home.
red hood,
"cancer of the mind",
oracle