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Oh look at all the delicious cookies! She hasn’t looked this happy in days! It seems this was just what the doctor ordered. Today she’s wearing a loose tunic, the gray faded to an almost white as she scampers into the kitchen and gathers up all the ingredients--the colors, mainly--in addition to a plate piled with cookies.

Gwen didn't want to be here. She'd would rather be in a coffin at the bottom of the ocean, than here. God Colton still smelled the same. Faces had changed, she recognised a few here and there, but most faces...were different.

A new room, a new...everything. Right now, she was on a mission, looking for the most familiar face of all. Gwen wondered what he'd say, how he'd react, whether he'd even remember her. She found Stan with ease, knowing his favourite places to reside, and one glance at the back of his head confirmed who it was. But...something wasn't right.

Anyone who lived at Colton for more than a month knew the house was...haunted. It was more insane than its inhabitants, and there was power in this place. Not expecting her voice to stutter, Gwen was surprised at how quiet she sounded. Her? Scared?

"S-Stan...?"

Mark was getting used to his new wings, finding it strange when joined with the powers he was trying to understand. But walking into level three, he felt a cold chill in the air. Sulfur tickled his nose and he tensed, something in him telling him he needed to fight, not flee.

“I.... Should go.” but instead, he takes slow steps forward.

Jim was just settling in to his new job, having set up meetings with all his patients, he smiled and found himself lounging back in his chair with an assortment of fruits on his desk and a few snacks set on a coffee table.

The door was opened and he smiled. “Tea or coffee?”

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He gives a small chuckle, but its stale from its rare use. “Yeah…I get that a lot actually.” Those pools watch her as she approaches, not shying away or moving. Not even wanting to. For some reason he couldn’t pin yet, but he didn’t mind her. At all. And it was easier to ignore the bickering of the shadows in her presence. 

Stan gives a shrug. “Some people make a bigger deal out of kissing than it actually is. Sure its nice..when with the right person…” He trails off, not wanting and not used to talking that much about that subject. “Uh…I was nineteen.” There’s another stale chuckle. “Ages ago right?” 

Gwen decided she liked Stan's chuckle, and when she wasn't feeling scared, or anxious or so withdrawn a dark corner was more like home, her goal here was to make Stan laugh a little more. She listened to him talk, now chewing on the tip of her thumb, eyes glancing to his face every now and again.

"Not ages ago...time is subjective to everyone. I'm 23 and I feel like I've lived a hundred years, my life has barely started..." She paused a moment, then added in, "I was teased in school for being a virgin, and with all this," Gwen's cheeks coloured again as she waved her arms limply for emphasis. "I learned very quickly that my scars stopped people getting close to me. Let alone wanting to kiss me or..." She nibbled her thumb a little harder, letting the sentence trail off into nothing.