My nose was tormented by the smells of rot from the city intermixed by the rich copper of blood. I was sure all traces of either had been washed off by the rain when I walked home, but even gone the smell stuck in my nostrils. I’d been back in my house for almost two hours since Dimitri dropped us off. Since then I’d been laying here lost in thought. It began with my tears coming and going on their own accord, then they slowly receded like a gentle stop at an intersection. This time though, there was no hitting the gas to move forward. I was stuck. I laid there waiting, thinking maybe Dimitri would come home and somehow I.d feel better. He had yet to walk in the door. I groaned and fluffed my pillow, finding the dead quiet of the room and the soft rain outside too peaceful for how I was feeling. It was too calm; everything since we had wound up back in junction had been too calm. “What do we do now?”
