Betty had always liked winter. Well, not always but since as far back as mattered. Winter was a time of of the undead, after the death of autumn and a time when things rested until their lives began anew in spring. Winter was rather like where Betty spent most of her time. Between worlds. Between the living and the dead as the undead. She'd tried to get out of it once, by the piggyback ride into the great beyond only to be cast into this city where she really had no concept of her place.
Was she still a reaper or not? There were no slips of paper currently telling her who to shadow and whose souls to take, so she was left in a sort of limbo. Stuck not knowing her purpose.
Which she was sort of alright with as well. Not much phased Miss Betty Rohmer. New experiences led to ways to beat stagnation and if there was anything she hated it was becoming stagnant. But she did enjoy winter, and being undead. There was no point in missing being living and longing for a new life beyond what she had unless the opportunity came again to jump to it.
She walked along the street, no real purpose in mind other than seeing what might come about, heels clicking on the pavement. Bundled up in a bright red peacoat and a plaid hat, with her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket, Betty stared straight ahead. Her head moving to and fro, looking for anything that might catch her eye. Or even anyone, for that matter.
Betty wasn't exactly lonely, but she did occasionally wonder after Rube and Georgia. Roxy and Mason not so much. Rube to an extent, he would be fine; but Georgia definitely. She was a good kid, though a bit misguided and attached to her former life.
So she walked along, hoping for something - anything, to catch her attention.