[Charlie's at the park. She's seated under the tree and as usual she has Phantom with her. She looks calm. Probably a little too calm but that's okay because Charlie is okay.

Really, she is.]

Apparently, the City sent my room-mate home, too. First Ken. Now Gabriel. I really liked him, too. It was kind of awesome, having someone to bake with at two AM when I don't feel like sleeping.

[She'd really like to flip out about this. Really, truly flip out. Even Phantom seems to know something's wrong with the way he keeps tugging at the end of her hair with his teeth. Nothing too hard. Just a gentle pull and a faint whine when Charlie nudges him off.]

Knock it off, Phantom. I'm fine. I have the apartment to myself. It'll be okay.

[Phantom doesn't seem to believe her but he decides to leave her hair alone. Charlie picks up the networking device and stands, looking into the camera with a half-smile.]

If anyone needs me, I'll be with Necromancer.

[And she switches the feed off.]

I don't want to fucking move.

I'm staying in from work, all right?

Shite, this place. I saw someone talk about how they'd been here four years. I've been four and a half, I think House has been longer, because he was here when I got here. You see a lot of people in four and a half years.

You made a lot of friends. And you lose them, too.

Never thought I'd get soft like this.

I can't believe I miss Nathan Young.

[ the feed turns on and you can see what use to be a washing machine in a nondescript washateria. maybe. there are parts scattered every which way on the floor, the entire front of it has been pulled off, and in the middle of this chaos is one frantic girl who is sitting in front of it muttering to herself. ]

Fixing a washing machine is not the same as repairing A-Ts. [ so as a result of the other day, Kururu may of kind of short circuited a washing machine and thus has spent the rest of the night/day trying to fix it. ]

I, I'm really sorry. I... I definitely will figure this out.

First things first. Where the hell am I?

[The audio is on, and there's a clunking sound, like something just got dropped or kicked.]

I demand an answer. If this is some sort of kidnapping attempt, I assure you, it won't go over well. I'm not some sort of cringing child that can be ordered around and made to jump at shadows. Show yourselves! Explain what you want with me.

[A long pause.]

If you're not willing to do that, then I suppose I'll just have to come find you. You've made a terrible mistake. You've made me very angry.

[The audio shuts off.]