#thisisgrem

Claudia found herself back at a familiar place. She knew the sights and the smells far too well, as if she had been waking from a distant dream. She was sitting in Grem's old apartment wearing a pair of old jeans and a torn old t-shirt. In her left hand. she had a cold Chocolate stout beer and in her right, she had a rag she had used to dust off the furniture.

"Hey..." Claudia called into the other room. "Why don't you take a break..? I've got some beers in the fridge. Or you can at least come into the room and join me. You've been quiet since you came back... "

That was the third time this month the wards had done all of nothing to stave off the obviously paranormal. Wonderful. A mental note was made to have them spruced up if he lived through this particular encounter. Only one paranormal came to mind who would use the word “father” in reference to Dad, and though the voice didn’t match, the vocabulary and suspected motive did.