No more HumDrone Fred [Open to Norman and other Bates dwellers]
It felt like forever since she'd been out and about. Actually, she wondered where she had gotten off to and suspected that on some level she'd not gone anywhere at all, or maybe she'd gone back home. It didn't matter, whatever had happened, she'd been gone in some fashion. She was back now and feeling slightly detached from reality, which was a very odd thought in the City.
Winifred "Fred" Burkle was on a mission. It was probably a very stupid mission, but it was a mission all the same. She was on a mission to see if she was the only one to have gone away. Or more to have faded for a little into whatever clone/drone life was the City. She was rather certain that was what had happened to her. Yes. So, what was this particular mission? Or this phase of it? Heading out to the strangest part of the City to see if it was still there.
She made her way, meandering through the changing streets and looking for that dangerous place, the place of no color, of all grays. The place where he lived. The Bates Motel. Of course, it was possible she'd run into people along the way or someone living there. She hoped on some level that she'd see Wesley or maybe Sam or even Dean, but her objective was to see if Norman was still around, if the odd place that was just outside the City proper was still there.
She was going where the streets had no name, and the rainbow just didn't go. She probably should have brought waffles as a "Please, don't kill me" offering.