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It was also raining in Swynlake, but the cold sensation of the rain barely registered in Sally’s mind even when her clothes were drenched, hair fully saturated and her skin was soaked. 

Everything felt so numb. 

Sally had left Scotland shortly after she had finished crying. With bloodshot eyes and ruddy cheeks she had informed the home nurse that her father had passed and that she’ll return to deal with all the rest: burial, the house and will. She just, she couldn’t stay in that moment not when consumed by the cumbersome heaviness of her father’s emotions she had drained from him. 

And so she had returned back to Swynlake but she couldn’t go home, she didn’t want Panic to see her in this state. Panic was already going through so much. She could’ve gone to Simba’s but he was also going through some things and so Sally was now knocking on Claude’s door. 

When the door opened, Sally at first, didn’t know what to say. She was standing there in front of Claude dripping under the pouring rain with a glassy far off look in her eyes and a world of harsh weight resting on her shoulders. 

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Sally was finishing up the last couple of things in her place: leaving food behind for Salene, making sure her dishes were washed, and everything was organized as should be (she really was far too restless). 

Giving a final goodbye to her Dalmatian she left her place heading over to the church. 

The redhead has been going over there frequently helping Claude out with the church. She rather enjoyed spending time with the Father even when she never really liked the church itself. It was a feeling that was creeping in now as Sally saw the familiar tall ceilings and catholic architecture of the building. The church, particularly the catholic church, always came with bad memories attached to it.

Exorcism, harsh judgement, staring eyes, isolation.... it was never a place that welcomed Sally. Daniel himself didn’t enter whenever the ginger came to visit Claude, he always left as she entered the front doors. If anything that was bonus about these visits, most ghosts didn’t linger around the church. The soft whispers were hardly there, it was quiet... It allowed her mind to be at ease when often times it couldn’t be even when she was sleeping (or trying to). 

Sally entered the building waving goodbye to Daniel as she stepped in. It was quiet, she could hear the echoes of her own footsteps as she walked down the aisle now spotting Claude. She smiled at him.

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Belle was on the hunt. For a book, of course. The Pride University main library was amazingly extensive. It covered about three floors and every piece of information that one could imagine. And if they didn’t have it, InterLibrary Loan could have it to you within fourteen days. Belle did not have fourteen days.

She had about ten.

And she needed a citation.

She felt so silly. Her whole paper written and Hades had found a missing citation on one of the quotes she’d used from Martin Luther. Now, she had to track the book down again, which was easier said than done. If only because it was in the rare books collection, not the regular sections. Which meant it couldn’t be taken out of the library. 

This worked out for her, she supposed, except for the fact that the rare books librarian had told her that someone had checked it out and that she was not allowed to give the name. Though, she’d leaned a bit over the counter and raised her eyebrows and said:

“Nothing is stopping you from finding it in the library.”

Yes, except the fact that Belle--despite her bluster--was rather awkward. She really could just come back tomorrow. Except tomorrow was Friday and she didn’t have class and she’d told Hades she’d help at the shoppe, since Gregory had asked for the day off.

And she really wanted to get this citation, so she could finish editing.

It did not take her long to find the book in question. A man had it in a stack next to his elbow. At least he wasn’t currently reading it. (He should have put it back.) Belle slunk up to him after fifteen minutes standing just behind one of the bookshelves near the table he was at, convincing herself to approach him.