The Unquiet Dead [open]
Ali felt like she was on parole: she'd sworn on everything sacred to her that she'd behave, really, she'd be good if she could just go home for a little while. She needed to see her loved ones, and cuddle the animals, and get some decent sleep before she had surgery. She hated the hotel, and was tired of takeout. She wanted to see Sasha and Mortimer and Clara, and especially Jas--she was so worried about him.
So she appeared in the basement in a long-sleeved sweater that hid the wound and the bruises (poor Ian had to tackle her more than once over the last few days) and jeans, her hand curled into a fist. She could do this.
She had to.
It was only two more days...
So she appeared in the basement in a long-sleeved sweater that hid the wound and the bruises (poor Ian had to tackle her more than once over the last few days) and jeans, her hand curled into a fist. She could do this.
She had to.
It was only two more days...