Apt 229, Lunchtime, Cleo and Jazz, Closed
She'd woken up in some strange one room place, which smelled funny, and was most definitely not the apartment she shared with Jazz. Her clothes, or what she thought had to be her clothes, were strange too, not what she would normally wear, and although she put them on to return to the apartment, they went straight into the bin once she took them off again. She'd showered, for too long and under water just slightly too hot, scrubbing at her skin and hair to make sure they were clean as clean could get. Then she'd stood there, under the hot spray, trying to figure out why she felt so confused, sad, almost lost. As if she'd been looking for something, something so important that she just had to find it, but, she had no idea what it was. It took her a few minutes to work out she was crying, but then, she couldn't stop herself either.
It was some time later before she was sitting on the sofa, wrapped in pink, sheep patterned fleecy pj's, bright pink socks, and a thick fluffy blue and pink check blanket. She could just about smell the chilli shepherd's pie she had started, and feel the warmth of the hot chocolate through the mug she was holding. She still felt wrong though, as if there was something missing, not just because Jazz wasn't home but worse than that, and Cleo sat there, alone, feeling cold still, unable to get warm. She wanted desperately to call Jazz and tell her to just come home already, because right now, she needed so badly to just know her sister was all right. That and a hug.