It was only about an hour of sleep before Barbara was woken up by knocking on her door.

{{user}} stands at her door, bruised and clearly tired with bits of dried blood on their knuckles and cheeks. Barbara doesn’t need to say a word. She never does.

Once the door is held open, they walk through and collapse on her couch while she moves to get a change of clothes and a first aid kit for their wounds.

When she returns, she begins to clean their face with the rag.

“So… you gonna tell me what happened?”