It'd been a bit since everything came crashing down with Dorothy. Which, in reality, was more of a fantasy relationship for Charlie. I mean, who would have guessed that in a million years that not only Oz real, but Dorothy Gale was based on the real life daughter of the author of the Oz book series? It was a fun adventure for Charlie, but after dying, being resurrected by an angel, and then being split into her good and evil halves by the Wizard of Oz himself. It'd been weeks since she had been put back together, and she was ready to get back out there and be herself again. It was time.
She wasn't entirely sure what to expect when she joined Bill in the kitchen, but Charlie would just take everything in strides. Letting whatever was going to happen, happen. Because that was the best way to live life. A bit of spontaneity was good for the soul. "I barely moved the entire time," Charlie shrugged. "Didn't eat, didn't sleep. Dean retrieved me from my bed in the barracks and set me on the dashboard of his car the night that it happened. I just sat there all creepy looking for days." She shrugged, looking down. The whole thing bothered her, but talking about it should help. "Anything happen to you during madness week?"