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Ever since the bakery opening was Rein hadn’t really went back to the town. He had been keeping himself busy with thinking the greenhouse and on purpose staying on his own. But eventually there really was nothing to do with the greenhouse at the moment because he’d need to plan it further and get more supplies. Staying in silence with nothing to do wasn’t an option because his thoughts would go to place where they shouldn’t. But luckily the thought of finding out what Copper truly was popped back in his mind. Rein grabbed his phone and texted Iann.

“Fuck!” Bobby shouted, slamming the car door of the shitty truck she had lifted in Oregon with her good arm, the sound punctuated her anger and made her gecko twitch in his enclosure. She had known it wasn’t a good investment when she took it, but at that point, she just needed to put some distance in between her and Northern California. She had already risked too much, doubling back to her home to grab her gecko before getting to where she stashed her go-bag. Originally, she thought she was going to use it for the zombie apocalypse, but apparently, it’s for the fucking werewolf apocalypse instead.

The rain was pouring down around her, soaking her through to the bone as she gathered her things as best she could with a gimp arm and started walking. Bobby knew she was at least in civilization, she passed by a “WELCOME TO SOAPBERRY SPRINGS” sign just before the truck gave up the ghost.

As she walked she ruminated on what she had seen in California, if she was wrong, but the proof was in her mangled arm. That hitman laughed in her face, told her exactly who sent them and then transformed into a fucking wolf to kill her. That silicon valley asshole didn’t even have the decency to ask him to shoot her in the head. Now she felt fevered, fucked up and basically like she was dying slowly. She needed a place to fix herself up. How the hell was she going to take this to a hospital?

Bobby was wondering if she had been drugged when she saw a sign, lit up, but blurry in the pouring rain that read Stonefruit Inn. She hummed disapprovingly to herself, scanning to see if there were any cheaper and seedier motels around before she realized she had no choice and she walked in, dragging the rain and mud with her. 

When she opened the door she didn’t bother looking for a bell on the desk, just shouted out, “YO!”

Miguel was all out of anxiety and panic. Instead he had gone into triage mode, a calm and collected doctor stood in place of the usual anxious and slightly bumbling witch. He had fire in his blood and terror in his bones and he wasn’t afraid to use it. 

Especially not once he had been dropped into a warped version of Mictlan.  There were skeletons and thorns and sand. It took a little while for Miguel to figure out that his magic was what was drawing the skeletons to him. So he had stopped using it. He had gone so far as to disconnect himself from the leys that ran through the pocket world. To make himself as human as possible under a gray sky. 

He had climbed until a bare black and gnarled tree and he was waiting. What he was waiting for, he wasn’t exactly sure. But there was nothing but barren trees and barren earth for as far as Miguel could see. 

There was a bark and he looked down to see Molly, all soft golden fur and a wagging tail. And Iann, standing next to her, tall and tired. “¡Bienvenidos!” he said, actually excited to see the two of them. “Welcome to my personal hellhole!”