Room 414, Wednesday Afternoon
Three and a half years was more than enough time to acquire a lot of stuff, which was why Jo had spend most of the past few weeks methodically stripping her room and sending anything she wanted to keep back to the roadhouse.
Now she was left with an empty room, a bag with several changes of clothes (and absoltely no weapons, honest!), and a dog lying on the bed with a doleful expression on his face.
[Open door, open post. Jo's last one in Fandom, woooooooooooooe.]
Now she was left with an empty room, a bag with several changes of clothes (and absoltely no weapons, honest!), and a dog lying on the bed with a doleful expression on his face.
[Open door, open post. Jo's last one in Fandom, woooooooooooooe.]