seattle ; monday

Things hadn't gotten better in Seattle since last week. If anything, they'd gotten worse. Brid had, indeed, punched Sam right in the face after she'd gotten over the whole 'being pushed' bit but then she'd been more worried than anything else.

That hadn't helped Sam's bruised nose and black eye but he was grateful that it hadn't been worse.

But today...today, maybe it was gonna be worse.

( Down, down, down we go... )

[NFB but open for interaction, sure, if you wanna call one of Sam's friends since Sam's incommunicado right now]