- September 13th, 2011
[ The butterflies didn't take her far in a city that didn't believe in magic. She only got far away enough. An evening dress meant for a night out was dirtied slightly as she hit the ground by knee, standing up slowly. She wasn't seen, but it would be suffocation to try any more magic.
Despite that, she put her hands to her face, over the long slash that Bernkastel had given her. ]
Come, try to remember... I didn't have this cut.
Come, try to remember... there wasn't any blood.
Come, try to remember... try to...
[ The magic wouldn't come to her. It didn't hurt as much as it worried her. She needed to find him. To warn him what had happened that night, but she couldn't do it with a bloodied face.
She had to weigh her options. Her phone was broken, so she couldn't call him. She pressed a cloth to her face to try to stop the flow, and slammed into a phone booth and mashed the numbers in. Pick up, pick up, please pick up... ]
There are no bugs on me.
They did not follow.
They are not listening.
[ She exhaled with a sigh of relief, and waiting as the phone rang. ]