>>10474621>>10475097>>10475107There's a flash in the sky and Colby feels an eerie sense of deja vu. Then a deafening crash, and.....
Colby is knocked off her feet in a torrent of shrapnel and sticky honey, and falls to the street, covered in sticky gunk and bits of glass. In the distance, she hears the sound of a faraway jet engine.
Colby lets out an ear-piercing, wordless scream. She bolts to her feet and takes off in a run, just as she had days earlier when the Peace Festival was attacked. She makes it several steps before her drunkenness and sticky feet overwhelm her, and she falls down in the street.
She gets up, scuffed and battered, and runs again. She falls down again. And again. The Divine Mansion is a long way from Chinatown, but Colby's apartment is close by. Most of her things have been packed up and moved to the Divine Mansion or stored elsewhere safely, but the basics are still there, and her lease is still good for months
Twenty-five minutes later, Colby Jefferson stumbles through the door of her apartment, gasping, sticky, and filthy, her face streaked with tears, her hand and knees and elbows scuffed from countless falls along the way. She manages to take her keys back and slam the door closed, and falls again, then crawls to the bathroom, sobbing and gasping, and turns on the shower. She crawls inside and curls into a ball, hugging her knees and shaking.
