She still had several hours to kill before her flight back to New York and subsequent portal back to Fandom, so Katchoo was spending it the best way she knew how: sitting atop her duffel bag in a corner of the departure-level sidewalk outside the terminal, smoking her way systematically through one cigarette after another, trying to find some kind ( Read more... )

Katchoo had gotten Emma settled in comfortably at the hospice -- it was a Catholic hospice, run by nuns, and there was irony there that both of them had to laugh over. Emma was having a bad spell today, though, and since Katchoo'd never actually seen one of them in person before it left her rattled ( Read more... )

Katchoo was perched on the roof of the cabin, having a cigarette and idly sliding the new cell phone that Francine had given her open and shut ( Read more... )