Evening in Gotham City
Sonia's apartment is in a state of disarray - not quite in full-fledged packing mode, but not quite settled, either. Everything is waiting to be scooped into boxes and sent somewhere far, far away from a place that reminds her of how much she screwed up.
In her living room, the coffee table holds an assortment of Chinese take-out containers, and a newspaper open to the real estate pages.
She's not sure where she's going yet. She just knows that she wants to be gone.
In the kitchen, she pauses in the middle of pouring herself a glass of water. She's caught her reflection in the window.
"Moron," she mutters, and heads back to the living room.
In her living room, the coffee table holds an assortment of Chinese take-out containers, and a newspaper open to the real estate pages.
She's not sure where she's going yet. She just knows that she wants to be gone.
In the kitchen, she pauses in the middle of pouring herself a glass of water. She's caught her reflection in the window.
"Moron," she mutters, and heads back to the living room.