The Universe's Mixer

Zoe had the map, and what with the weather letting up, she might actually have a decent chance in finding someone, anyone. The map though wasn't always the biggest help; it made her sick sometimes to look at it. Streets and dots moving this way and that. But, she wasn't going to let that stop her, not this time, not when she could find what she was looking for...finally.

So, with a new set of clothes, that were definitely lighter than the fare she'd been sporting, what with the snow and all, she headed out. The dot she'd marked as Wash, hoped was Wash, seemed to have settled for the day. Well, it hadn't moved, and she had to hope that that didn't mean he was dead. She actually had to stop as that thought came to mind; if he was dead again, she was going to kill him.

Grabbing a real cup of coffee, she might have become addicted, she made her way to where she thought the dot was. She didn't look like some tourist with the map open in front of her: one, she didn't want to look like an easy mark, and two, looking at the damn thing for long sent her into a tail spin. She wasn't going down that easily.

The Amazon wasn't all that surprised when she found herself at the docks; though, she did find the ship's new placement a little odd. How had they gotten it out of the warehouse? She didn't care; it just better be her ship with her crew, mainly with her husband.

She walked up to the cargo bay and entered the code to get in.

After the visit to Angel, Inc., Raven had tried to take the detectives' advice. She wasn't happy with the idea of being stuck in the City, but if it was likely that no one at home had even noticed that she was gone, there was really no point in moping. Her family and friends were fine, she was fine, and now she had to move on.

It was easier said than done.

She'd started going to class, and last night she'd taken in a movie. Distractions weren't helping; it was her first time being completely alone, and the solitude was starting to wear on her. So, she'd taken up jogging. There was no sense in planning a route, given the streets' propensity for changing without warning, so she usually just set out aimlessly and trusted that the City would get her home when she started to get tired. Lately, she'd been pretty successful at wearing herself out, which made sleeping much easier. Raven knew that ignoring her problems was a short-term solution at best, but she was willing to give it a go.

She came to a stop on a street corner and pulled the ear-buds from her exposed, pointed ears (Wesley had said that people weren't likely to care what she looked like, and she was taking him at his word), her breathing short and shallow. She was winded; she had no idea how far she'd gone, but she was guessing that John would be giving her a hard time if he could see her. 'That's it, kid?' Raven gulped in some air and looked around. Hrm. Where was she?