RP: Like a Ghost Characters: Katrina Time/Date: Evening, October 21 Location: old!island, her room Warnings/Rating: None Summary: Katrina is unsure what to do Status: Complete
Katrina had trouble falling asleep the night before, and eventually she'd sought out the doctor. He'd given her some pills, and she'd taken them. Her sleep had still been fraught with nightmares and horrors, and she'd woken up with a damp spot on her pillow and salt-tracks on her cheeks. She'd risen late, and at breakfast she'd heard about the arrival of the bears. As she had promised Ichabod, she retreated to a safer place while the bears were dealt with, and she truly wasn't sure of the outcome.
She read the network entry from the doctor regarding their relocation, and she wasn't sure what to think about that. She had no desire to move to anywhere save her home, where Ichabod surely was still alive and well. He could not be dead there as well, could he? The more she tried to think about that, the more muddled it became in her mind and eventually she stopped trying to sort out the paradox.
Katrina did know she didn't want to go to the island where Ichabod had met his demise. She would rather stay here alone than go where blood had been shed.
While she had listened to the post in the network about the bears not harming anyone on the old island, she thought the girl who responded had a point. Perhaps it was a different set of bears. Perhaps a dozen bears had been unleashed there, and the ones here hadn't known about them. She preferred to think that the videos were a lie, but ... the bodies had looked very real.
She had spent most of the day simply wandering in a useless daze. She'd occasionally come across others and exchange words of comfort and hope, though she truly did not feel comforted or hopeful. She ate some, but things were definitely quieter here. More tense, too, because there were seven bears roaming the island ... so she'd stayed well inside, mostly in her room.
As evening drew on, she knew she had little choice in the relocation. She dressed for bed and wondered if she should do something about her belongings, meager though they were, and decided not to. On a whim, she checked the closet for the bible, but it was missing. Had it been here when he'd been taken from her? Or had it only been taken after he'd died? Would it be waiting in what should have been their room, but was no only her room, when she arrived?
There was too much to think about, and it was giving her a headache. Or something was.
Katrina sighed softly as she climbed alone into the bed, drawing the covers over herself. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she stifled a yawn with the back of her hand. She could think about it ... tomorrow.