[ The last time this had happened, Morgan had immediately searched for comfort in her own home. This time, it was different. To wake up meant living behind something. The comfort of a home which had been hers, a man she felt close to, another sister by the name of the one she still missed. To come back to NYC was bittersweet. And she wasn't sure what to feel ]
I guess. It's back to normal on this side. Everyone okay, no harm done, nothing to deal with?
And while we're on the questions who doesn't mind for me to stick around for a whole afternoon? I might need someone to help me figure out something. Nothing. Ah, I might need either ice cream or alcohol. Both? Mixed.