Cal wasn't the only card-carrying member of the Nightmare Club, Needy had been in it since she figured out exactly what was up with her former BFF. But it wasn't nightmares that had her up early, not this time at least. Once you started having them enough nightmares sort of became a non-issue, even when they were about your friends getting eaten. Or butchering a rock band.
But that band deserved it, so whatever. Needy kinda liked doing that.
What had her up was the fact that something just felt kinda off lately. She wasn't sure what it was, especially since it wasn't all the time, but it was sort of like back in the day when she could tell what Jennifer was feeling. But Jennifer was dead. She was dead and she hadn't shown up in Lawrence. Hopefully. Okay, so there were people being eaten. But Jennifer always left behind like... blood and torn up pieces of people and everything. She never ate an entire person.
Skinny bitch.
Really, Needy just felt she needed to clear out her head, and a walk in the cold morning air seemed like just the thing for it. So she had bundled up appropriately and headed out, not paying much of any attention where she was headed. Once she found herself in the park she headed over to a bench by the path and plopped down, pulling her feet up to sit indian style. Maybe she should start meditating again or something. She did that when she was in the asylum, after all.