Where: Louis’ Apartment When: 8pm, Vendredi 

Since their conversation at the Vargas party, one of the relationships she valued most was in a state of purgatory. In the year since her mother’s death, she managed to almost lose Louis from her life entirety. There was the silence, the secrets, the lies... it all weighed on her shoulders, driving a wedge between them both. At least it had until Emilia decided to take a step forward. In this world, where everything felt extremely futile, she would not let Louis drift any further from her. Not to mention there was so much she needed to tell him... It was exactly why she texted one of the nurses he worked with, finding out that he had Friday evening off which gave her just the opening she wanted. Emilia walked through the familiar halls of his apartment, take out from Jade Garden neatly wrapped in a plastic bag when she got to his door. It was strange being apprehensive to knock, especially when she’d spent countless nights there during her time in Montreal. Fingers curled into a fist, rapping against the wood with a knock. A beat passed when she heard the lock click open, Emilia lifting the bag as a peace offering.  “Hey- you didn’t eat dinner yet, right?” 

It felt like the world was falling apart at Charlie’s, up until she heard the sound of sirens in the distance. Like a flash, the situation turned from dire to saved. Emilia had been holding onto Dermot for dear life, half convinced that she was never going to let go of his hand as they were getting pulled out of the building by the emergency crew. Her hair was soaked, clothes dripping cold from the river, a few bruises colored her skin from the experience. But she was breathing. Ice block freezing... but alive. In her jean pocket was a waterlogged phone, dead to the world when she needed it most. Emilia needed to know how everyone else was doing, what had happened to them. One person in particular stuck out to her: Louis. Last time she’d checked, he’d be out in the storm, by some burning warehouse and then went radio silent before the power lines fell. The worry only escalated now that she couldn’t get in contact with him.

She hadn’t been thinking about much else as she headed in the direction of his apartment. He could be anywhere, but she figured it was the first place to check. Destruction lined the streets of Montreal, flood waters still high while the everywhere she looked resembled more of a warzone than home.  By the time she made it to his door, the cold sinking into her bones, Emilia was all but bubbling over with anxiety. “Louis? Answer the damn door- you better be home!” Worry colored her voice, shaky and uncertain as she repeatedly knocked on the door. “So help me god I will take this door down!”