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[prayercycles]

[ The default answering machine message plays. ]

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[melodramagic]

No, not by you or Magnus or Angus... this place.

[ If she could gesture to the general vicinity she would. ]

We're trapped here until a Fate decides on a whim we can go home. I hate it.

[ It makes her feel powerless and so, so small. She's tired of godly beings interfering with her life. ]

... if you don't mind.

[prayercycles]

[ Fortunato doesn’t know what to say to that. What he fears isn’t never going back- it’s going back at all. Sometimes he thinks he shouldn’t fear it; that God has a path for him. But if this is where it leads, to death-

He distracts himself. Sabrina wants help. ]

Okay. I will be there.

[ And, about a half hour later- once he’s used the Porter and the bus- he is. He can’t see incredibly, but he doesn’t need to do be disturbed. It’s as if Sabrina’s home was never there. ]

[melodramagic]

Hey.

[ It's a sad picture, really: Sabrina, all by herself in an empty space that's half parking lot and a field with litter strewn across the grass. If there ever was a house there, there are no hints of it.

The chest Magnus made for her sits on the concrete ground. Sabrina is holding the succulents Angus brought her. ]

[prayercycles]

[ Fortunato approaches her slowly, looking around as best he can- but he sees the point. She's got nothing. He genuinely looks a bit saddened, for once.

He's got his cane, but he's also got a free hand. He looks toward the chest. ]

...I can help you carry that.

[melodramagic]

Are you sure? Fortunato... you've got your cane.

[ The guilt seeps into her expression quickly; she realizes she shouldn't have asked for him to come at all. ]

[prayercycles]

...It isn't heavy.

[ That isn't really a misinterpretation of what she's saying as much as a bad excuse; he doesn't mean to come here and not be helpful. He leans down, going to pick it up on one end. ]

[melodramagic]

[ She walks over to the opposite end to lift the other side. ]

I can carry it on this side, then. Just all the way to the Porter and then maybe I can... I can call Magnus.

[ Sabrina is quiet then, wondering what he will make of her sudden return to the shared housing. ]

[prayercycles]

[ Fortunato goes ahead and picks it up with her. It's...heavy for two teens like them, but it can be handled. He really should get stronger.

He looks at her, as much as he can, a little sadly. She sounds nervous. ]

Your room...it is still yours. He will not have a problem.

[ He can rarely say things like that with such conviction, but it's true. It's Magnus. It won't be a problem. ]