Carrie was upset, not in the childish, wanting to cry upset, but in the tranquil fury sort of way. She jumped out of her body to observe her surroundings.
Your surroundings are rather unchanged - it can't have been more than half an hour, maybe an hour since you fainted. Glazzie's nowhere to be seen, and the place is deserted as you might expect. You've been left in the exact same spot you dropped as far as you're aware, maybe just flipped onto your back, but otherwise undisturbed apart from the paper left to cover your face. Looks like a note, but you're not particularly able to tell while you can't flip it over.
Kyle rapidly blinks and shakes his head a little.
Oh shit, don't do this to me. If I'm going to do bad things I should have some control over it...
You shake off the momentary weakness without much trouble, somewhat assuaging your concerns. You're not quite sure what the exact consequences of doing your thing are for the victim, but you're fairly sure they're not very good or healthy for old ladies to partake of, even if they happen to be wasting your time.
Selina looks around the room to see if Beth and Lynn are still asleep, as well as too look for a clock and confirm that she isn't stuck in that basement one more time. She also can't help but sigh in relief. She was alive, and doing a lot better at the moment.
Beth's still asleep, her back turned to you, and Lynn isn't here at all, her mattress quite undisturbed on the ground. You climb out of bed, quite refreshed, and look around for a clock - there's one on the wall here, but it shows that it's five in the morning, which you strongly suspect is incorrect, as you'd peg the level of light to be more noon-like. Walking out of the room in your search, you notice that the house is very quiet indeed, and you can actually just follow the sound of ticking to the next nearest timepiece - it happens to be in the entrance corridor, and shows that it is indeed noon - a little bit past noon, actually. You're feeling a little hungry again.
Alex would shrug.
Kibbel sighs.
"Try it, maybe?" he says. "Not on me, preferably. I'll go get the rookie. Wait here."
He runs off, and you spend the ensuing few minutes just sort of ambling around. This apartment's really more spacious than you initially thought, it seems to take up the entire top floor of an office building. And that's not even counting the rooftop terrace area. Sweet digs, all in all, if a bit lifeless at this point. No personal effects anywhere, you notice.
It's after fifteen minutes or so that Kibbel returns, a tall, well-built, dark-skinned woman in a PRT uniform following him. She looks around quite curiously, seemingly intrigued by whatever Kibbel has told her to get her here, even more so when she spots you.
"... right, so, here we are," Kibbel says, pointing her in your direction. "Church, this is John. John, this is Officer Church."
"Hello," Church says, standing still in a slightly awkward manner.
"Now, I'd like to stick around for this, but there's business to attend to, so I'll let the two of you figure things out while I get things in order. Be back in an hour, probably. Hope you have good news for me," he says, then walks off in a manner that, even to your slightly accelerated senses, feels quite rapid, leaving you and Officer Church alone in here.
"So," she says. "We're supposed to test your powers, right?"
"We don't have money, Meche. If they called you, they can't be organized...Mom'll sell anything we have to to save 'em, but most of my college money's already spent...and their's only has a couple grand right now..."
She sounds like she might cry at any moment.
"Oh... oh. I'll... try my best to get more, then, Serra. I'll... be in touch, okay, baby?"
Not awaiting a reply, she hangs up.
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