[Pen called far, far earlier than Freya had expected. She'd barely just gotten up the steps to the apartment; had something happened? She waited to set out again until she found some dry shoes and socks and a rain jacket, but beyond that, back into the cold rain she went. Lucy wasn't what she expected to happen.]
[Freya was already pretty exhausted, but she traveled as fast as a several-inches-tall person could. At least the other two found shelter.]
You're tellin' me the that damned song got her, too?
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[Freya was already pretty exhausted, but she traveled as fast as a several-inches-tall person could. At least the other two found shelter.]
You're tellin' me the that damned song got her, too?