Katie was pacing. She had been like that for awhile now, ever since she said she'd wait for Angelina. What had she gotten herself into? Katie was here permanently -- or as permanent as the quarantine was going to get. She had thrown her bags into some alcove, not even bothering to find an actual bed to sleep in. She needed to pace. She needed to think. She needed to process everything she had laid in front of her. It was like a bad dream -- she was trying to figure out if she was still awake or not.
So. Fred. Fred was here, back as a ghost. Angelina saw him -- or said she saw him. It wasn't like Angelina to have freakishly real hallucinations, but Katie knew, personally, that it could happen. Bound to happen in states of high emotional distress. Or guilt. Right. There was that thing about George too. Katie heaved a out a long slow breath. The whole idea of the twins was getting Katie flustered. She looked down and found that her pacing had stopped awhile ago and her hands were shaking. Balling them into tight fists, she brought them close to her, willing herself to stop.
Angelina always had the answers. Always made her feel better. How was she supposed to help when she was just as much of a wreak as Angelina and she wasn't even the one to see Fred, as a ghost. There was also the whole fiasco with Alicia. Katie started to regret coming here. It frightened her.
Eventually Katie found her way to the field. It seemed so likely that this would be where they would meet. Even if it wasn't them, together as a group, Katie found herself here more often than not during school, when things got out of hand. She paused at the end of the hallway, seeing Angelina at the other end. She took in another hesitant breath. She could do this. "Angie!" She called, as she jogged -- practically, ran -- to her friend.
Enveloping her in a hug without missing a beat, Katie held her as tightly as possible, with not a motion to let up. Katie was trying to figure out just what to say. Words wouldn't come, so hugging worked for the moment.