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Sherry sighed and set the laundry basket aside. Finally. Everything had been folded, most things had been washed (well, that had needed it) and virtually all the glass had been taken care of. She wouldn't be surprised to find tiny shards later on, but she hoped she wouldn't.

Slowly turning, she looked around the room, finally clean, finally straightened. The curtains shifted, billowing in a light breeze. It would be a few days before they replaced her window.

So strange, how everything had broken. Sherry shuddered, not wanting to remember anything about that evening. The broken glass probably would have worried her a lot more if Jake hadn't...

Sherry bit her lip. Now that her cleaning was done, she had time think. She didn't know if she wanted to think about it. Not alone, anyway. (Armagnac was little help in this area.) Jake had left after the worst of their rooms were cleaned, there were finishing touches and duties to take care of. But Sherry didn't want to just sit in her room and brood. No. Sherry's first thought was, of course, of Nevada. Which...didn't make anything better. She missed her friend.

Hardly thinking, Sherry pulled out her phone. She had another friend, one just as dear and sweet as Nevada. One she had not talked to in far too long. She missed Stormy, too. And really, she shouldn't; Stormy was still here.





Sherry just...wanted some company.

Sherry may or may not have been holding the phone, waiting for a reply. A happy smile grew on her face when she read said reply, and not just because Stormy was free. She was happy and proud to hear her friend had made it upstairs.

Sherry pocketed her phone and stepped out of her room. 221..."That way!" She hadn't done too much visiting of folks on this floor, even though she lived on it. (Jake didn't count.) She liked the idea of her friends living up there with her. It made them feel closer somehow. Which might have been silly, since they all lived in the same building anyway, but it was how she felt.

Sherry stopped in front of the door with the sticky notes. It DID stand out. Sherry quirked her head a moment and thought. b and Baker Street. Something about it sounded very, very familiar.

"Hm?" Sherry made a tiny noise of questioning as she raised her hand to knock on the door. Three light knocks, she gave.

Sherry was still looking at sticky note, trying to remember why it sounded familiar. Something right on the tip of her tongue...

And then the door opened and Sherry had just enough time to flash a smile before being pulled in for a hug. It was a quick hug, but it seemed to Sherry to be a good, solid hug, and she really needed it right then. Stormy was given a very tight squeeze in return.

The smile on her face grew to more of a grin as Stormy formally welcomed her into her home. "Far too long," she agreed. "And I'm sorry about that. But now that you're just down the hall again, we should make sure to meet up more often." She nearly chuckled. "It's okay, I've been in my room for weeks," or was it months, "and I've got nearly nothing in it." Though she was working on sprucing it up.

Sherry stepped inside and nodded. "It's looking good so far! And Congratulations again!" A pause. "So how have you been?"

Sherry's smile only brightened. She loved the idea of spending more time with Stormy. And hanging out together would be more comfy in the larger rooms. Sherry would be sure to get herself a very nice and large sofa.

"Oh. Missions...are too often like that. Always something bad happening." Sherry's tone was heavy with sympathy, as she moved towards the offered couch. "Um, I'll have some water," she added, in case Stormy didn't want to talk about the mission. "And you have candy? I would love a bit of that, if you don't mind."

Sherry made herself comfortable on the couch, because it felt like the thing to do. Stormy's room, with Stormy. The world was already looking like a much better place than it had been ten minutes ago.

"Me, too," Sherry agreed as she took the water. "I'll take whatever peace and downtime we can get." They had too, really. "At least things... aren't too terribly strange." Glass shattering mysteries aside.

"I," Sherry said as she leaned over to pick through thing. Oh, Hersheys! It had been a while since she'd had some of that. Mini milk-chocolate bar, yes please. "Have been alright. Spending much of my time training and reading. And hanging out with Jake. Which is usually very nice." Sherry didn't mean to sound that melancholy. She also didn't know if Stormy wanted to hear about such problems.

"I wasn't too pleased to all the broken glass in my room," she added.

Sherry was taking her cues from Stormy, since it was Stormy's room and all. But she was beyond delighted to nibble on her own little bit of chocolate. "Mhm," she nodded, sucking on a little bite of chocolate.

"Usually," she repeated, a bit surprised at how eager she was to talk about it. "Usually it's quite nice. I mean, I suppose it's about like most couples. Happy things, minor spats. Not even spats, really. He'd let me do just about anything I want, I think." Sherry stopped and sighed, fiddling with the chocolate wrapper. She was rambling again.

"But sometimes he gets... I don't know. He seems to forgets where he is, or who I am. But...not like really forgetting. More like, he's suddenly sure I'm a threat to him." Another sigh.

"Twice now he's pulled a knife on me, and threatened to hurt me." Wow, she was just. Dumping it all out there for Stormy to see. "He did it last night. Woke up all out of it and angry. I was angry too, but..." Sherry took another bite of chocolate. "I'm worried about him."

She looked at Stormy. "Sorry. It's... I didn't mean to just, blurt that all out." Even if it did feel good to tell someone that wasn't Armagnac.

Any other time Sherry would have laughed and smiled right along with Stormy's joke. It was true. She knew for the most part Jake was all tied up around her little finger; and he did spoil her. Any other time, when her emotions weren't weighing so heavily on her.

As it was, Stormy was given a small, sad smile as Sherry squeezed her hands. "It doesn't, does it? I mean, he's always been a bit gruff, a bit of a grump, but never... He's not mean." She blinked at Stormy. "Gale forgot things?" She hadn't known that.

But then she shook her head. "The first time was....when he forgot who I was entirely. Like I'd never existed. I mean, the whole island had got to hell, but..." She was rambling again. "He'd remembered something bad, and since he didn't know me... assumed I was the cause of it. Or something."

Sherry sighed a lot, and she did so again. "The second. Well. After the glass shattered." She looked up at Stormy, hopeful. "Do you think that had something to do with it? I mean. Did you feel anything weird. I was...really angry, too." But that could have just been a reaction to waking up like she had.