25 Unicorn Street, Thursday Evening

It had been another-- well, ordinary day was something else. But it'd been a day, and Kerrigan was, as per usual, alone, rifling through her fridge looking for something that might seem remotely edible.

Her record player was softly playing some music through the house, even if she had been tired of it for a day or so after that whole... thing. It was nice, and it was quiet, and if she was contemplating an extra beer for dinner, well, that was nobody's business but hers.

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