Independence Day is always such an interesting time in the States. It wasn't Wendy's first one, but she tended to avoid the noise and the crowds and the red, white, and blue party fare with things like wobbly Jello mold and messy barbecue - she just wasn't a messy type of person, really, especially in the lace dress she'd picked out and worn over. An open back, ivory and dusty blues, it had sort of an antique print and wasn't very patriotic, but oh well.
She had her key, and James was expecting her anyway, so she let herself in - flats off by the door, of course, because it was her nature! "James?" she called, adjusting the overnight bag on her shoulder. Clothes and necessities packed for two days, and something smelly she could soak in the tub with because his was bigger than hers, and other fun things. A few fun things.
"I had a dream about you, you know." He'd hear her, wherever he was. Not a bad dream - though his had seemed quite awful lately. Wendy worried, as she was apt to do.