Memories [For Molly]

[st_artingpoint]

Since her arrival, Molly had offered to help open the door of Jane's memories. She'd been hesitant, even after the last time when her memories began to slink through, but with the latest, Jane was ready. That was the theory anyway. She might find out that she's not as ready as she thinks she is. Despite the few misgivings, Jane had sent Molly a note to meet her in her room.

Jane stood in front of the mirror as she waited for Molly. Her eyes taking in all of her tattoos, wondering if they had any connections to the memories and dreams that she'd had. She turned her back so that she could see her right shoulder. There was one tattoo that bothered her more than even seeing the name Kurt Weller across her back. It was a black rectangle. Just a black rectangle. What did that mean?

Has to be a Damn Way Out (OTA)

[st_unaligned]

It had been almost a week now since Bo had arrived. She had gotten familiar with the hotel and very familiar with some of the people, but the impending war between Light and Dark Fae back home kept dwelling on her mind. That and leaving Lauren the way that she had meant that at least once a day Bo practiced in her head how she was going to apologize Lauren about killing her girlfriend. So Bo needed a way out. She knew Dyson was here and he would have looked for a way out for a while, too, but Bo was convinced she could spot something even Detective Won't-Crack-A-Smile-Anymore couldn't find.

She found herself at the stables today. Her goal was to look for anything that was out of place - even for an separate dimension place. As she neared the stables themselves, the distinct smell of horses hit her nostrils. "At least it's obvious they have real horses."

Bo walked up and into the stables and started slowly walking, looking into each stall as she walked by.