[ Chuck remembers when this happened last. It was before Ton, before puppies, before everything when she was still new and alone and afraid. A life time ago and unlike back then, she feels ill at ease this time around, still off her game from whatever the hell she was going through the other day. A little anxiety is not enough to stop lonely tourist Charlotte Charles, though.
The facts are these. Having left Gadget in the bright safety of the clinic, Chuck tied her hair back and found the sturdiest broom she could get her hands on. She won't go far, but she won't stay inside where it's safe — instead she'll patrol the vicinity of the clinic with a flashlight shining like a tiny lighthouse, looking for anyone who needs help. She ain't scared of no ghosts. Or raptors. Or anything. ]