>>19403980>>19403983>>19403986>>19404376>[Carmody and Sola look to each other, wordlessly. Shooing away the doctors, almost in an instant, Carmody has Sola's arm over her shoulders, and the two are limping to the front door. Through rapidly closing eyes, Sola looks over to Priscilla.]>Sola:"Thank you, Miss Div... Priscilla. But you know we can't stay. I'll... text you. Eventually. Maybe. This was a lot..."
>Carmody:"Yeah. Yeah it was."
"Priscilla, even as she's making peace, she stopped you and pulled the sheets out of the window again. She's in control, right up to the end. Now, if she's sincere about this, and it's true..... that's good. But I absolutely can't, won't, and refuse to do this again with her. And I've got some stuff to take care of; my coach just knocked me out cold with a knee to the head, and I'm betting there's some other stuff I need to catch up on too. And most of all, I've gotta take care of Sola, and neither one of us feels comfortable or safe here given what's happened every time we've been here."
>[Almost at the door, Sola stops and turns to Priscilla once again. Her voice is low and strained, but... bold. Confident. Certain. And not taking no for an answer.]>Sola:"Priscilla -- and Sapphire, if you're still here -- and Carmody; Amy and I have unfinished business. Personal business. Before any of you, there was just us. You can ask her if you want to, but she'll tell you the same thing. This is something we need to -- something we will work out on our own. By ourselves. No matter what it takes."
>[Sharp stings radiate through the left side of Sola's hip and spine with each step down from the front door of this Haunted Mansion. She'll never be able to tell you why, but something compelled to make her look back one last time. Sola would swear that she saw the tiniest peak of orange hair looking from behind an upstairs window. Sola starts crying. She pretends it's from the pain.] 