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In all honesty, Stacie's not entirely sure how she winds up below Meredith's tree house. It's because there's nowhere else she can think of to go, maybe, or just that it's where her feet take her; everything's still moving too fast, enough to make her head feel like it's spinning. She hardly managed to grab clothes on her way out of the hut, but she is equipped with alcohol, taken from her minibar -- she would need it, she'd figured, after everything that happened.
For a few moments, she just stands there, in the quiet of the night air, rocking back on her heels, but eventually she gives in and speaks. "Meredith?" she calls, and winces when her voice wavers, pressing her fingertips to her eyes. "Are you there?"
For a few moments, she just stands there, in the quiet of the night air, rocking back on her heels, but eventually she gives in and speaks. "Meredith?" she calls, and winces when her voice wavers, pressing her fingertips to her eyes. "Are you there?"