Who: Elizabeth and Songbird Where: The Comstock House When: After this Warnings: Teen angst, weird religiousness, general creepiness
Elizabeth paced back and forth in her bedroom, glancing over at the tablet computer on her bedspread. This wasn't the first time she'd regretted using the internet. She was having a difficult time finding anything good about it. Though, she was grateful that she could reach Songbird quickly.
How could people say those things? They didn't even know her father! No one that knew him would talk like that. She frowned, looking down at the carpet.