Her footsteps paced against the cold, wet concrete of the night, gravel kicking and stumbling beneath her shoes. Her gaze shot from side to side, searching for the correct number hanging on the brick wall.

Thick crimson trickled down her temple, taking a shortcut down to her cheek, the unsatisfactory taste of iron filling her mouth. She may have gotten too cocky on her confrontation with her ‘secret older man’.

Her gaze landed on the familiar door, stumbling over her own trail of her footsteps to land at the door. Her head was spinning. One knock, kconk owt, three….she lost count, an uncomfortable pounding rang through her brain.

She had no idea what pulled her to the idea of rushing to your house, dragging down a missing poster of her own face on the way here. But her feet were moving before her mind could, and fate dragged its knuckles to the iron of your door knocker.

The door creaked open tentatively as she concluded her knocking, you probably weren’t expecting a presence at this time of night. And Andie took note of the way your expression dropped, had she truly been gone for so long?

She could’ve, would’ve, and should’ve spewed out something snarky right about now, but she had no energy to at the moment.

“Boo?” Was all she could muster out, maybe a sort of bad joke at the moment…