Room 302, Sunday Afternoon

[not_a_moonie]

Alana had deliberately stayed out too late the night before, quietly but relentlessly ordering drink after drink. She normally didn't like to get drunk -- there was too much puke and too little control involved -- but getting a mass murderering psychopath out of your head was the kind of thing that pushed normal right to the wayside. She needed her

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[ultimatehottie]

Johnny knocked cautiously before cracking the door open just a little bit more. "Alana? Are you in there?"

[not_a_moonie]

"Yeah," she said, glancing up with a wan smile. "Hey. Come on in. I am so glad you missed the weird."

[ultimatehottie]

"I had my own weird, but it was just giant monsters. Stuff I'm used to," Johnny said, stepping inside and making his way over to take a seat on her bed. "But possession's a new on to me. Closest I've come to that is cosmic-level brainwashing and rewriting my personality. But I was still me. Kind of. How are you holding up?"

[not_a_moonie]

"Not great," Alana admitted, wrapping her arms tightly around her legs. "It's like ... I always figured I was safe inside my body, you know? And maybe I was wrong. Giant monsters would be easier."