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They need to stock up on a few things, eventually.

It is only normal, after all. Even if this is anything but normal, with her here and both of them still having trouble with things that should be normal. He cannot find the bar (he has not really gone looking, not after the other day and how much it drained him to try) and she is nowhere near able to go looking, either.

So they make plans to head to the coastal town a few miles down the road. It will not be a long walk. There will be cigarettes, there. And maybe even lobsters, if they are lucky.

(He hopes they are lucky. The lobsters deserved it.)

He has his coat (as always) and he's gotten the most of the blood out of it. There are a few tears that need mending, still, but they are unimportant.

"We can cut across the field. It is shorter, that way."

Following the roads is for boring people, apparently.

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[katyafeline]

She obligingly clambers over the rail fence, waiting on the other side to offer a hand. She has barely even attempted to use her powers since that first night. She's almost glad there has been no word from Olga - she'd feel ridiculously weak in comparsion, even more than usual, and that's a feeling she's discovered she's not fond of.

"What sort of people live here?" Here being whatever part of the world he has dropped them in, obviously. She has already discovered that they are thankfully not terribly curious about old barns.