SabaDrith had left Rock Fist a little over two weeks ago. In that time Josie had severed her tie from the place as a doctor severs the umbilicus between mother and child. She would go back eventually -her world had grown too small and her friends too few to stay away- but until that time she was a wanderer. Whatever had possessed her to leave in the first place was the same inescapable urging that had dulled her eyes to a clear gray in the dark places of the world and ruined her first marriage (so she felt, and suffered a guilt that was not entirely hers to feel). Undoubtedly the eternal cheerfulness that this woman-child professed was genuine, but there was a layer beneath that that had its own subtle, dark attraction. Not demonic, not monstrous... just human. Just a deeply disturbed woman.
So when Josie heard the tell-tale creak of the front door re-opening (she had, in fact, passed through that long-unused portal just ten minutes ago) she immediately flattened herself against the wall of the corridor she was down. Not that Death could have seen her from where he was. No, there was quite some distance between them and a few corners to round before they would meet. There was no way for her to know who it was that had wandered into the long-empty Dojo, but in her paranoia she rather thought that the coincidence of a second person being here was too unlikely. She took a few steps further, and when a doorway opened to her back Josie ducked inside. Had she been more clever she might have noticed that her steps had left obvious footprints in the dust, but she didn't.