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Name: 221BJen (Jen)

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 41

Located: North Georgia

What I Do In Fandom: beta, write, multi-fandom

How Long Will I Be There: Thursday through Monday

Arriving via: Driving

Cosplays: Nope

Where to Find Me: Writers’ Suite (follow @ 221bconwriters to see what we’re doing). Helping with the fanfiction workshops (Sat night at 10 18+ and a one-hour all ages flash fic). Probably at the bar with my laptop, quietly panicking.

Roomies: BakerStMel and Gowerstreet

Drinks: Yep!

Hugs: Yes, please!

Pictures: OK, but I’m not a fan of pics of me. The cat helps.

Anything else: Happy to sign my book ‘A Boy Worth Knowing’ if you have it!

Faith shivered and pulled her coat tighter around her. It was very early in the morning when she had dropped off her baby girl to her father’s, making sure Willow was bundled up in case some snow decided to dump on her. She didn’t want her little Willow to get cold and die now. Hearing footsteps behind her, Faith sneaked a glance over her shoulder. Her heart quickened. There was Conner Wilcox, stalking her like always. Good thing he was following her, and not her baby. She picked up the pace, trying to go faster. She was successful, but wasn’t watching where she was going.

Her feet led her to the bridge, the only one that she knew off that she frequented as a child. After crossing the road, she went right over the side and into the icy water. She came up, sputtering, and of course, shivering. She swam sideways until she was out of the current. Huddling under the bridge, she waited there until she was certain that Conner was gone. Once he was gone, she slowly got back into the water and swam downstream until she was able to climb onto a bank and gasp for breath.

Now that she was thoroughly soaked through and in the frigid air, she shivered quite violently and made her way to the homeless camp, where she hoped they had a fire going. Her teeth started to chatter, and she moved more quickly. Finally, she made it to the homeless camp, and curled around a fire. They didn’t question her as she shivered, wet and cold from her dip in the river. Her breath rattled in her chest, but she didn’t pay attention. All that matter was that she was away from Conner, and that no one, other than Sherlock Holmes himself, would be able to find her.