Celeste had experienced a very confusing 24 hours. After witnessing the previous night's events from her motel room window, she had immediately texted James. After discerning that he was okay, and that it didn't appear that everyone was dead, she had finally ventured out into the eerie landscape that was now Searchlight.
It had rattled her. That was the surprising part. Faced with reality, that something like this could actually happen, it had revealed something deep inside Celeste that had been long-buried: there were things worth being on this earth for.
After agreeing to meet Jame's at Terrible's, the brunette found herself alone in a booth, untouched coffee on the table before her. She chewed idly on a thumbnail as she stared out the window. A small part of her wondered if the current events were a by-product of the magic done in the past week or so.