Bell hung door jingling, Honey stepped into the dark shop, the keys heavy in her hand. It'd been a few days, and her stomach was still churning with the reality of things. Jan was gone.
Ever since she found out bits of Preya's population was prone to up and vanishing, it was a possibility the young woman had, to some extent, attempted to reconcile with. It would never be ok, and Honey would never not expect those up on high to do whatever they could, but she also knew she'd need to try and roll with the punches. Some emotional roughing up was, unfortunately, better than being completely battered.
Idling at the register, she swallowed around the lump that'd made itself at home in her throat. Surveyed and took a moment before the others arrived. She would've liked to have kept the place going, just in case ... people had returned before, after all. But a business needed money to make money, and her finances weren't enough on their own.