Downtime
She has come to the conclusion that she hates demons. She really, really hates demons! Especially arch-demons....or whatever you want to call them. This particular one seemed to be swiftly becoming a rather large pain in her....well this time a pain all over.
She doesn't remember much after her little chat with the First. She assumes everything turned out alright since she found herself nicely tucked into bed, her father's hat resting on the night stand next to the bed. John, of course was missing.
This made her panic as she recalled his confrontation with the Spectre, tears welling up in her eyes until she rolled over towards the pillow he usually used and her face rolled onto the note he left. (See?! He CAN be taught!) Blinking away the moisture in her eyes, and with no small amount of confusion, she read through the note three times before she was able to interpret his chicken scratch.
No details.....typical. Just that he promised to help someone out with a little problem and something that she initially thought was a skull and crossbones but might be a heart with his name the only truly legible thing on it. It MIGHT be a smily face? The note was turned sideways to see if the drawing made more sense that way but no.
A long shower took care of most of the aches and pains from her snarking with the First. Some things even hot water pounding out of a massage shower head can't reach. After dressing she decided that she was still way too tired to cook, including the strenuous task of opening a can of soup and putting it in the microwave. So she took herself out of Shadowcrest for someplace close that served a reasonable facsimile of food.
She doesn't remember much after her little chat with the First. She assumes everything turned out alright since she found herself nicely tucked into bed, her father's hat resting on the night stand next to the bed. John, of course was missing.
This made her panic as she recalled his confrontation with the Spectre, tears welling up in her eyes until she rolled over towards the pillow he usually used and her face rolled onto the note he left. (See?! He CAN be taught!) Blinking away the moisture in her eyes, and with no small amount of confusion, she read through the note three times before she was able to interpret his chicken scratch.
No details.....typical. Just that he promised to help someone out with a little problem and something that she initially thought was a skull and crossbones but might be a heart with his name the only truly legible thing on it. It MIGHT be a smily face? The note was turned sideways to see if the drawing made more sense that way but no.
A long shower took care of most of the aches and pains from her snarking with the First. Some things even hot water pounding out of a massage shower head can't reach. After dressing she decided that she was still way too tired to cook, including the strenuous task of opening a can of soup and putting it in the microwave. So she took herself out of Shadowcrest for someplace close that served a reasonable facsimile of food.