What happened

Sticking away from Bigby was all just a careful process of avoidance. Very simple. Every time they'd had the opportunity to be together in the same room, she'd made sure she'd had somewhere else to be. She'd gone shopping on that first day, and had returned with enough clothes to last her for a little while. Or at least until she'd found herself her own apartment, with which she could fill with clothing and her own furniture and all sorts of things like that.

Today, she'd decided to have a talk to Kristy, or Kirsty or whatever her name was that Charming was so intent on wooing this week. There were some apartments free in the building, on the top few floors, but she wasn't the one who controlled the rental situation. Snow was given a card with contact details, and a quick phonecall later, Snow had set up an appointment with the realtor in charge of the Woodlands.

After that, she'd put on her finest business suit, a nice checkered ensemble, and some comfortable flats, and had begun the short walk from the Woodlands to the Realtor's office. Normally she would've taken a Taxi, but the more she relied on other methods to get herself around the city, the less likely she was to heal properly.

Besides, it meant that getting to and from her appointment would take longer, which would mean she'd be avoiding Bigby for longer.

It was a win-win situation.

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Characters: Jennie, Kyle
Location: Kyle's apartment

She had been back in the City for three days now. Long enough to see that, while things were ever-changing, they still felt pretty much the same.

Sure, the landmarks moved, and people even popped in and out. But there was something comforting about consistency, even if the only constant was change.

She'd had yet to run into Kyle, though she had run into some of her old co-workers, who made snide comments about her stint in rehab. Most likely the cover story made up to explain her disappearance from work, she'd thought with indifference.

Didn't matter, really. They would think what they would. The job didn't matter. Her public image didn't matter.

Really, all she wanted was to be left alone to do her own thing, not to live the City's version of Jennie's life.

And what she wanted right now was to find Kyle. She still worried about this Kyle, worried that he hadn't made it back from whatever task he'd been doing when he'd left that letter.

She needed to reassure herself.

And moreover, she needed to talk to him. She missed her Kyle, but she'd missed the Kyle that lived here too.

And so she headed to the most sensible place to find him-his apartment.

Finding it locked and empty, she sat down outside the door, hoping he wasn't out patrolling-meaning he would come in through the window, and not through the door. But it was broad daylight, so this made the most sense. She reached in her bag for a magazine, busying herself with it while she waited for him.

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