Home. Again. But...

The trip home is uneventful, to say the least. I think everybody fell asleep at some point- apparently it's been several days, and we were in Wellington. Which is about 6 hours of nonstop driving from Auckland, where I live- and apparently where everyone else lives. Apparently it is necessary for Assault to know a limo guy- considering there's what, 15 of us in the limo. Which is nice to think about, right? I've got friends. Something that's always been unusual.

At home, there's an open door, because it still doesn't lock right since the Amours had at it. Inside everything is dark, and there's definitely been some kind of activity in here, whether it be human or animal I can't be sure. There's fur everywhere, but that ay just be from my girl Lolita. I'm a little bit worried about how she got food without me here, but she's able to get outside so I think between scavenging and hunting she'll be alright, most likely. However- there's not really anything I can do to change the past, so I should go and check on her now. Walking up the stairs gingerly, I made it to my room where I'm greeted by Lolita warmly. She was sitting on the window sill in the sun, just as if I were still here. Hasn't moved in the least, which is good for her. I think she wishes I had fed her, but she doesn't look like she hasn't eaten at all- in fact, there is a feather and some spots of red on my bed that I'm reasonably certain weren't there before. That's gonna be hell to clean, I think crankily, before I notice that I'm being a bitch about my cat hunting to survive. Perhaps I need a nap. It would certainly help with the healing my leg, and make me less cranky, and so many other things. It's certainly worrying to know that I could be attacked at any moment- but I am tired. So it's time for bed.

When I wake up, it's dark outside, and stars glimmer at me darkly, winking like they know a secret I don't. It's worrying- but also nice, in some way. To think that you don't know everything... and that you never have to. Slowly, I drift back into the land of sleep without truly meaning to. But when I wake up again in the morning, with sunlight blowing over me and a cat at my feet, I couldn't be more glad to be here. Life ain't so bad.