Who: Isobel & Archer What: A nocturnal meeting (No, you pervert. Not that kind.) Where: 906 then down to 102 When: The night before Gabby visits Isobel, around 4am. Warnings: Traumatized Isobel? Tears? It's hard to say.
Nothing in this world felt real to her anymore. The days blended together into an unending journey of hurt and grief, and she lost count of how much time she simply spent curled up in her closet. Sleep refused to come to her, a tricky figment of her imagination that taunted and teased, but never helped to ease her mind or body. She would remember to shower, though, often sitting on the floor of the tub until the water had gone ice cold, leaving her to sit and shiver afterward.
But every night, like clockwork, she would slip from her apartment, the building resting in silence, to pad down to the first floor where Archer called home. To anyone who caught a passing glance of her, they would likely mistake her for a ghost; she had lost weight, her normally trim and slender form reduced to a frightening gauntness, hair stringy from not being taken care of properly. Clothed only in a pair of panties and a loose-fitting tank top, Isobel raised her hand to knock on Archer's door once, twice, three times in quick succession. She didn't wait for him to answer before she sat down on the floor, knees pulled to her chest, head tucked in against them.