[The Clary house nearly sparkles inside, having been cleaned from top to bottom for the last several days. Every moment she can, Marta has been cleaning - doing her best to appease the specter of the old motel manager that lingers behind her, murmuring words of filth and threat. So she cleans to keep him at bay. Her hands still shake, only now they're also red and chapped from the cleaning products and constant scrubbing.
Days earlier, Wyatt's babysitter had stopped by, and in Destiny's absence, had convinced a momentarily fully-lucid Marta that Wyatt should be removed from the town while everything was so chaotic. Marta couldn't disagree with that, as she'd already pulled Wyatt from school when his bus driver was shot. The babysitter had a sister in the city, and that was where she went with Wyatt. Marta has the contact information. ...somewhere.
She thought once that she saw a man disappear right from the street when she looked outside. And another time, she thought she heard a big bird flying by. And always, that sound that wouldn't stop long enough to let her focus on anything else.
Like getting to the city for her group session, check-in with her social worker, or the regular drug test she needs to take.]
[Aedan B.][Picking up from their last conversation.]
things are bbad
[Call to (After)Life - to whoever picks up.]Ring.
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