On The Road Again
Thanksgiving used to mean something. In the wake of Light and Alcatraz, it seems to mean even less. As the emergency call is issued on all frequencies, Lilith retreats to the seclusion of her quarters. Turkey and trimmings take her back to feelings unwanted and best forgotten. Her broken memory provides her with just enough detail to force the fact. She once loved a family and held them as her own. She broke bread and prayed with them not just every 23rd of November. Now? There is no longer a place for her at their table.
Purposefully, she closes off her mind. Emotions on this day run the gambit. She has no wish to shoulder a world when the weight of her own difficulties rests heavy. She knows also that the time has come. In the absence of prying eyes, she reaches into the dresser. From it she begins to pull clothes and make-up. She pauses over the keepsakes returned to her by Donna.
In silence, she begins to pack.
Purposefully, she closes off her mind. Emotions on this day run the gambit. She has no wish to shoulder a world when the weight of her own difficulties rests heavy. She knows also that the time has come. In the absence of prying eyes, she reaches into the dresser. From it she begins to pull clothes and make-up. She pauses over the keepsakes returned to her by Donna.
In silence, she begins to pack.