Parker had been thrilled to wake up back in her own Stingray of a body instead of being in the monster 4X4 with extra features. 24 hours on the other side of the fence had cooled her temper, too.

She was sitting on the back porch again, another apple in her hand, just turning it in her hands, as Jarod came back from his morning walk.

( Explanations. Mostly. )

TO: Angel
FROM: Parker
SUBJECT: Still Mentally Me....

...Although, let's face it, how would I know if I wasn't?

( I'm standing down from Defcon 4. Or 1. Whichever. )