She'd completely forgotten, what with everything that happened with Voodoo.

There Tommy is, long legs sprawled into the hallway. She stares at him for a time, surprised he showed up, and even more surprised he waited this long for her. Her eyes dip to the flowers and candy.

The corner of her mouth tics up.


"Tommy?"

Her hat's hanging by its leather cord, hair full and frayed and wild. She nudges him with her boot.

"Wake up, hon."