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h_hollisterI'm sorry, everybody. I'm sorry. I screwed up. Big time.
I've done a runner. I'm with Tee. Please don't come looking for us. We're fine, we're safe, we've got a place to stay.
I'm sorry, Key. I'm sorry, Rosie. I'm sorry, Norm. I'm sorry, Jun. I'm sorry... Nadezhda. I hope you guys can forgive me, someday. I hope I haven't screwed everything up forever.
But, if I have... Well. I've made my bed, and I'll lie in it.
And, no, I'm not going emo whaa whaa angstcakes, here. It's hard to be emo in this much sunshine. And with Tee here. I'm okay. Seriously. I even managed a smile this morning. It hurt my face.
Take care, guys. I'll do the same on this end. Laters.
***
She hung up her phone, after leaving her "farewell" message where everybody could access it. The Motel 6 in Los Angeles they had crashed at was a decidedly huge step down from the hotel they'd been at less than forty-eight hours previously. Damn. Time was wonky again. Great. Huge long dragging hours, followed by so much happening at once that her head spun.
He'd passed out pretty quickly upon their arrival in LA. She wondered if he was getting enough sleep. He seemed to push himself as far as he could before his new body forced him to crash.
Unfortunately, if she was going to hang with him, she was probably going to have to start doing the same.
First things first. Getting them jobs. Ten grand was a good start, but that would run out fast, if they weren't careful. She needed to find them jobs that would pay completely under the table, as both of them lacked proper documentation. In a town the size of Los Angeles, that shouldn't be too terribly tricky. Unsavory, but doable.
Hell, maybe Hooters was hiring.
Then, she realized something very important.
She'd left her bazookoid back at the flat.
Smeg.
She felt... almost naked without it. She's not one to put too much faith in princes or in weaponry, but that gun, along with the medal she'd not yet removed from around her neck, were really the only two things that she had left of her old life.
Almost... almost she slipped on the PINpoint watch to dash home to get it.
But she stopped herself.
Let it go. Let it go, Hollister. Let it all go.
Sleep probably wasn't going to happen for her anytime soon...
I've done a runner. I'm with Tee. Please don't come looking for us. We're fine, we're safe, we've got a place to stay.
I'm sorry, Key. I'm sorry, Rosie. I'm sorry, Norm. I'm sorry, Jun. I'm sorry... Nadezhda. I hope you guys can forgive me, someday. I hope I haven't screwed everything up forever.
But, if I have... Well. I've made my bed, and I'll lie in it.
And, no, I'm not going emo whaa whaa angstcakes, here. It's hard to be emo in this much sunshine. And with Tee here. I'm okay. Seriously. I even managed a smile this morning. It hurt my face.
Take care, guys. I'll do the same on this end. Laters.
***
She hung up her phone, after leaving her "farewell" message where everybody could access it. The Motel 6 in Los Angeles they had crashed at was a decidedly huge step down from the hotel they'd been at less than forty-eight hours previously. Damn. Time was wonky again. Great. Huge long dragging hours, followed by so much happening at once that her head spun.
He'd passed out pretty quickly upon their arrival in LA. She wondered if he was getting enough sleep. He seemed to push himself as far as he could before his new body forced him to crash.
Unfortunately, if she was going to hang with him, she was probably going to have to start doing the same.
First things first. Getting them jobs. Ten grand was a good start, but that would run out fast, if they weren't careful. She needed to find them jobs that would pay completely under the table, as both of them lacked proper documentation. In a town the size of Los Angeles, that shouldn't be too terribly tricky. Unsavory, but doable.
Hell, maybe Hooters was hiring.
Then, she realized something very important.
She'd left her bazookoid back at the flat.
Smeg.
She felt... almost naked without it. She's not one to put too much faith in princes or in weaponry, but that gun, along with the medal she'd not yet removed from around her neck, were really the only two things that she had left of her old life.
Almost... almost she slipped on the PINpoint watch to dash home to get it.
But she stopped herself.
Let it go. Let it go, Hollister. Let it all go.
Sleep probably wasn't going to happen for her anytime soon...
