Wasn't aware I'd be visiting you at all, Hagar thought, but I'll be damned if I refuse an invitation. She was curious, she had to admit, and found it easier to compete when she knew what she was coming up against, whether it was a fellow working girl -- high heeled, as if the dirt paths of their unfinished settlement were anything but a deathtrap -- or rare kindness from other tribes seeking to acquire their own loyal doctor.
"I can give you peace," she said, "if I'm in your way... Don't be wanting to trespass on your privacy. It's got to be hard to come by, when you're surrounded by so many strangers." All the more reason to move into the territories. This, Hagar didn't say. The church was no odd place to sleep; back when she was running with Hope, they'd slept in cemeteries and derelict, ransacked gas stations alike. Any place with a roof and a door they could look would do. "Must get a bit crowded," she mused. "How's Amy been liking the town so far?" And you, Doc? How can I persuade you to choose us over another?