WHO: Heather & [OPEN to Angela Petrelli, Davey Jones, Willow Rosenberg, Henry Townshend, Jo Harvelle, Dean Winchester] WHAT: Day one of the ritual. WHEN: Tonight at various times, starting around seven. WHERE: All over. RATING: TBD, kinda high for talk of blood and such. STATUS: Incomplete. NOTE: I know Willow was dropped, but for the sake of the plot, I'm still listing her.
Heather carried the small bag of medical supplies she'd picked up from Jo the day before, holding it close to her hip as she made her way to the door. She didn't know who would welcome her, who would be leery, and who, if anyone, would refuse her what she needed. She was still worried about Tenel Ka, but she didn't think anyone else was still on the fence about it all. No one in their right mind would want Pyramid Head walking around freely, though.
As she walked, she noticed the thick fog, as well as the strange smell in the air. It hadn't been there the day before, and she knew it had to do with the ritual. Los Angeles was beginning to look like Siltnt Hill. She ignored it, though, and lifted her fist to the door to knock softly.