Coyote Walking

Nightmares. Shudder.

Nothing like dreaming myself back in the seethe, lamb flaring up blue, vampires all over Samuel...

Better than the ones about killing the crazy new werewolf, though, I guess. I'd never killed anyone before. Certainly not... that way.

Wish there was some way I could run away from myself, just for a little while. If I wasn't so worried about... well, I'd go for a nice long run.



Attempt at filtering from Beach House people:

Maybe once this is all settled and Ianto's better, I should find a place of my own. I kind of feel like I'm intruding here. They're like a family - Kyle too.

And I'm... not.

Might be easier for everyone if I wasn't there.

/Filter

There is the clanking of metal, a few mechanics' 'power words', and a pair of feet sticking out from underneath some sort of metal... thing. After some time Mercy appears from underneath what will hopefully one day be a VW, cleaning her hands off on a dirty cloth tucked in her back pocket.

Oh, you're going to be a beauty one day. Yes, you are. And don't be intimidated by the Jag over there. It never got half as much love, blood, sweat, and tears put into it as you will.