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It hadn't taken Alex long to figure out at all. She and her father may not have been especially close - on better terms, these days, still tentatively - but sharing a hut, they spent plenty of time together, saw each other often enough. When she'd woken up to find him gone, she had tried to ignore it, to excuse it, but even then, she had suspected. By late afternoon, there wasn't a doubt in her mind. He had always been the sort to check up on her, something she didn't particularly like but dealt with all the same, and though she knew full well that he could do so subtly, there was no reason for it now. Her father was gone.
And, somehow, inexplicably, it hurt.
Trying her hardest to pretend otherwise, but unwilling to sit around alone, left to her own bizarre thoughts, she gathered up what few things she had - mostly clothes, some books, the telescopic baton of her father's that was left - in a duffel bag and headed out. It didn't take a lot of consideration for her to figure out where to go. She found Sawyer almost instinctively, the very sight of him enough to make her grateful. "Hey," she said, and without waiting for a response, asked, "Can I stay with you for a while?"
And, somehow, inexplicably, it hurt.
Trying her hardest to pretend otherwise, but unwilling to sit around alone, left to her own bizarre thoughts, she gathered up what few things she had - mostly clothes, some books, the telescopic baton of her father's that was left - in a duffel bag and headed out. It didn't take a lot of consideration for her to figure out where to go. She found Sawyer almost instinctively, the very sight of him enough to make her grateful. "Hey," she said, and without waiting for a response, asked, "Can I stay with you for a while?"