near the precinct with @khalilamari
Finishing up her morning jog, Amy was walking down the streets of Wilmington with her headphones neatly tucked into her pockets. She managed to empty the battery halfway through her run, and relied on the sounds of her surroundings to clear her mind instead. Surprisingly, it worked, her mind wandering to the letters of application stacked on the desk in her childhood bedroom, waiting to be sent out to a select few hospitals with which she hoped to come to an agreement and possibly resume her residency. So lost in thought was she, however, that she nearly missed the sound of a kitten meowing that echoed through the broken window of the abandoned building by which she was walking. The sound stopped her in her tracks and she looked up, hearing it again, only this time it was a choir of kittens (or more than one, at any rate). Ignoring the ‘no trespassing’ and ‘private property’ signs, Amy pushed her way inside the old building that had been a favorite gathering spot in her high school days, and started looking around, searching for the little things, calling to them in a soft voice as she went. “Here, kitty, kitty.”
