Patrick was less than enthused about the strange woman gathering lady things out of his house. But he was also giving her a strange amount of distance to do so, eyeing her with a look of fear that must have mirrored her own ages ago. Either way, her small suitcase was packed, and she was finally out of the house. It felt odd, and a little scary, but something about it felt refreshing.

[I] I just wish I knew where to go now,[/i] she thought, heading down the street. [i]I guess I can find room at one of these places, but still...[/i]

She eyed the pubs wearily, finally stumbling on The Cat's Eye; Patrick's favorite drinking hole. They would likely recognize her if she walked in, what would they do when they saw her? She put her fingers to her cheek in thought, before pulling them back with a wince; that spot where his hand hit her was still fresh.

[i]I need to get my card number out,[/i] she thought with resolve. That done, she steeled her spine, and walked in.