Aftermath [Private/Sammy]

[Alana Summers]

Sammy Linsen

The route from the park to Alana's home wasn't that far. Her left hand kept a firm grip on the black leash that linked to her black cat's collar. Her grip was tight, as though anything could whisk away her beloved pet. The white kleenex that was on her cheek had small reddish stain from the three small cuts on her right cheek. Gently, her pale hand pulled the kleenex away from the cuts, her reddish eyes examining the traces of blood. There was only small traces, nothing that would cause any alarm for the female Chaser.

Alana looked over her right shoulder, checking on the pair of girls that were to be behind her. At the park, Alana had met Sammy, a girl who had gotten a gash on her arm during the Darkness fight. The female Chaser had decided to offer some assistance with the gash, since it was her duty to protect the people of Argi. There was also Ally, a young girl who ended up sticking by Sammy in the end.

There was no way to be sure that they were both in top condition, but they had managed. The journey from the park hadn't made Alana and Faze tired, since they were use to making the trek. Alana's eyes glanced to the right, and she smiled to see the small white house that she called home. The house had front steps and a small deck, both made of wood and having a metal railing. A table with a umbrella and two chairs were on the deck. The door was a dark brown, and two small windows were on either side of it.

A small black car sat in the driveway, almost looking untouched. Alana didn't drive often, she preferred to walk over it since it gave her exercise that would help on missions. She turned right, walking up to the driveway. "We're here. Just so you know, I am going to work on you gash first," Alana stated as she made her way up the stairs. The red-haired lady stopped in front of the door, plunging one of her pale hands into her pocket to retrieve a pair of keys.

It didn't take long for her to find the correct key and unlock the door. The door opened to a hallway with grey walls. A shoe mat was on the right, while a coat rack remained behind the door. Faze trotted in with a small mew of delight. Alana undid the clip on his leash, allowing him freedom. The black cat trotted off, heading off to search the rest of the house.

[Sammy Linsen]

Sammy walked at a leisurely pace, following Alana down the sidewalk. Occasionally she would look down to check that the small child she held in her arms was still sleeping. After what had just happened, she deserved some rest. They walked a bit farther before Alana looked up in delight. She followed Alana's gaze up to a small-ish white house with a small, new-looking black car sitting in the driveway, and a few things spread out across the front porch. The house looked like any normal house that you'd see in a normal neighborhood. It looked quite nice and Sammy wondered what the inside would look like. Alana seemed like the type to keep a somewhat neat house, but you never knew. Either way she didn't care. "We're here. Just so you know, I am going to work on your gash first." Alana's words startled Sammy out of her observations and she followed her up the driveway, to the front door.



After unlocking the door, Alana stepped through the doorway and un-clipped Faze's leash. The cat mewed happily and  trotted off to places unknown. Sammy followed Alana into the house and looked around. The house seemed neat and Sammy wondered if there was a place she could set Ally down. The child was heavy and her arms were beginning to tire. "Do you have a couch or something that I could set Ally on?" She nodded her head at the child and raised an eyebrow in a questioning look. This is a first. She thought to herself. She had never been in someone else's house before and it was interesting to see how other people lived. She stretched her neck and waited for a response from the female Chaser. Standing in the doorway she mentally smacked herself. I should close the door. She probably has the heat on and I don't want to raise her electric bill. She turns around and closes the door, stepping farther into the entry hall.