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Her expression remains numb as she walks out the front doors of Seattle Grace and into the door of Milliways, her eyes blank and empty, her steps almost like that of a sleepwalker.
The Chief didn't take away her license. But he might as well have.
If she's not a resident, what else does she have left?
You can't do this to me.
I'll have nothing left.
Her footsteps take her out of the bar, down the forest path and all the way down to the Caribbean inlet.
If anyone cares to go looking for her, that's where she'll be, still, until the moment she decides to walk into the water with every single stitch of clothing on.
The Chief didn't take away her license. But he might as well have.
If she's not a resident, what else does she have left?
You can't do this to me.
I'll have nothing left.
Her footsteps take her out of the bar, down the forest path and all the way down to the Caribbean inlet.
If anyone cares to go looking for her, that's where she'll be, still, until the moment she decides to walk into the water with every single stitch of clothing on.