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It's strange to no longer be in a cell. Strange to be given a second chance. Astra still hasn't forgiven herself for what she's done, and feels like she's not worthy of a second chance. Luckily, she and Alex had become friends, though Astra's spirit had long been broken. She's timid and scared, staying inside her apartment all day. Astra lay in bed awake and unmoving. Depressed and crying quietly into her pillow. She had left Alex's apartment to no longer be a burden to her, instead using an abandoned apartment that's brand new.
She's laying on the floor curled up. She didn't bother to get any furniture or food. Her cellphone remains unchecked of calls and messages. Why didn't they just kill her?
She can tell the moment she enters the apartment, keys settled in a ready palm, bag tucked up against her chest. The shift of the room--subtle. "Astra?" It's called out into the open space with an echo, settling down the bag and moving towards the guest room, door creaking on...empty. Fingers move to her hip out of habit, checking the space, ignoring the concern in favor of calling her. Kara. J'onn.
Keys tuck back up a moment later and the worry is easy to smother with canvasing. A few empty apartments, a few questioned neighbors, and Alex finds her way up a few floors, knock firm and steady against metal. "Astra?" She calls through the door after a couple of seconds, "I know you're in there."
