Aura's stay at the convention had been uneventful, and she'd been itching to get home almost as soon as she'd gotten there. It was a strange turn of events, since she'd been looking forward to the palliative care conference (and to staying in the Myrtles) for weeks beforehand. But she'd spent the entire trip thinking of Simon and the possibility of his being related to her, and she'd been antsy to get home. There was also the issue of Billy and his dreams, and Merc and his presence. It just wasn't the time to be stomping around haunted houses all Ghostbusters.
The first thing she'd done when she'd set foot into her apartment was check her voicemail and the forums, wondering if Simon had gotten the DNA results back. The fact that there wasn't any word was both reassuring and tormenting, and then she'd read he was sick.
She grabbed some cold medicine, simple and over-the-counter, and she made her way to his apartment and knocked on the door.