She didn't know what else to do. She felt wired, her emotions in turmoil. Darian was gone, Jonny distracted by his newfound gun, and she in need of a friend. She flipped through her address book, gaze settling on the Watcher's name. He seemed the most approachable of everyone she'd met.
She hesitated then texted him. Do you want to come by for tea and cookies?
I do indeed!
She smiled at his reply, relieved, then texted Dusty.
I'll leave dinner in the oven. Have a good afternoon.
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