The late afternoon sun blazed through the slatted blinds of Mr. Seraph's apartment.
"Well, since your home is already... compromised," Mr. Seraph explained, his tone pragmatic, "we can't go back and get your stuff. It's too dangerous, and it would be a pointless risk."
A collective, disappointed grumble went through the group. Losing their normal lives weren't something the quite prepared for.
Mr. Seraph turned his attention to Thea, who was picking nervously at a loose thread on the couch. "By the way, Thea, how were you with them in the first—"
Thea's head snapped up, cutting him off with a sharp, almost panicked intensity. "DON'T... ask me, please. Thank you." She forced a tight, brittle smile that didn't reach her eyes.
