Linda laughed as she relented her grip and lithely danced around his chair to face him. It was weird. It felt like it had been forever since she'd seen him, but it wasn't that long at all. Less than a week? Ugh. Less than a week ago she was spouting about lawyers and murdering people and about what a little freak Stephen was.

...maybe he was a little right, too. "Really? I haven't been sure of much of anything lately." Her hand found the back of her head and rubbed, her fingers gently scratching her scalp. It still wasn't long enough to tell which memories were real or not. She could swear on her life that this guy wasn't as innocent as the face he was giving her, but how much stock could she put into a memory that involved killing zombies with a power tool? Not that it was entirely a bad memory to hang on to, but-- Focus, Linny.


"Um," she interrupted herself, skittering off for a second to pull a chair across the floor she could sit in. "Anyway. How are you? Still dealing with that creepy blond kid and his friends?" What were their names? Eh, she didn't remember. She just knew Steffy didn't like them.

...She thought. Maybe that was a dream.