@hopeturned // sc
Staying ten steps ahead of everyone else was, to say the least, exhausting at times--Missy was on her seventh ginger candy of the day, the sharp pulsing in her temple having faded into a dull ache, her limbs heavy and thoughts lost in treacle.
"Hello?" she asked in a sing-song. The area was--mostly--empty, save for a few rats scuttling about here and there. "Anybody home?"














