With hope, you can do your part to turn a life around...

[cookiesandhugs]

There is a crazy Angel of Healing tromping around the city in completely mismatching (but warm!) clothes and crazy old lady boots, dragging behind her a red wagon filled with pans of cookies, covered in saran wrap and a blanket. She also has a few cookies in a bucket she found in the same closet as the wagon (the Conrad keeps some crazy stuff in

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[samsara_dharma]

And Karu, who has been resolutely not looking anyone in the eye as she trails behind, and who has resigned herself to the absurdity of her situation and, indeed, of life itself (though at least it's good absurdity...), nods.

And then, because Gladys isn't actually looking at her, says "It's the large building just ahead. That looks like an office."

This is not exactly how she anticipated coming to ask what was up, but... there are worse ways.

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys shakes her head. "It looks... a little bit wrecked," she calls back. "There's a... hole in the door. Or something. You're sure this is the place?" She doesn't wait for an answer, because she trusts Karu's judgement. She knocks on the busted up door.

"Helloooooooo?" she calls. "Is anyone home? We're here!" Yeah, she's not going to introduce herself. Gladys needs no introduction, dammit.

[samsara_dharma]

"This is the place," Karu says. "...the hole wasn't there a day or two ago."

It might not only be the man she helped die who had a rough time of it, then.

[torchwoodsheart]

Gwen reaches the lobby after a minute, and opens the door with a faint smile that turns bemused the second she sees Gladys, Karu, and the wagon. It's probably mostly the wagon. "Can I... help you?" If they were expecting visitors, Gwen wasn't aware of it.