If it had been the middle of the day when Astrid stormed out of Victoria Lane she probably would have just kept walking until she calmed down. But night had already fallen and it was dark and Astrid was not dressed for the cold even if she
had felt safe in it. She didn't even have her taser. She didn't have anything.
So Astrid kept walking quickly down the street, turning and heading towards Miles' house. It was quicker to jump the fence but movement was good, even if she did feel like someone was going to grab her at every turn.
The front door of Miles' house was locked, but the back door wasn't and she slipped inside, trying to get her own breathing under control. Up the stairs Astrid ran, fists balled tightly, vision feeling hazy, and in her room she slammed the door behind her and ran to the bed, throwing herself down and her face into the pillow.
Then she screamed. She screamed all her fury into the stupid pillow and kicked and punched and generally let herself be a toddler having a tantrum before eventually the anger wore her down and her body, weakened now, grew floppier.
On the bed Astrid forced herself to roll slowly onto her back, her limbs weighed down horribly. She focused on each breath as it came, letting herself feel her lungs fill all the way up and then empty completely. She was still angry, but now at least she was a little more tired.