33 Apocalypse Avenue - Early Wednesday Morning

[no_toast_thanks]

Thursday looked out at the small yard from her chair on the back porch. Anyone inside could see her through the glass sliding door curled up with her feet tucked beside her. Chilly was how she would describe the weather, but that was underestimating it. It was cold. She didn't care. Thursday raised the mug to her lips and sipped her coffee. Her decision was made. She and Friday were returning to Swindon by the end of the week. The decision hadn't been easy, and she knew there were things and people here they would both miss, but they had been in hiding long enough.

While Friday slept, Thursday enjoyed the morning and the sounds of Fandom waking. This place had become home and that was never easy to let go of, but they would leave soon. There were things to do and possessions to pack and people to say goodbye to.

For now, she had her chair and her coffee and the crisp morning.

[OOC: For the early risers, if any live here.]