"I slept in the shirt at some point, but I'm [i]pretty[/i] sure that I washed it." Effy scrunched her face in thought, "Yeah, pretty sure." She gave Gin a half sure shrug, she was lucky if she remembered a full day let alone if she washed an item of Gin's with hers. Gin's clothes were her's at this point, they had been at her loft for long enough. She pushed herself up and slowly made her her way to the door, stopping just before she exited the small shop. The rain came down in sheets, the sights and sound seeming to assault Effy's memory. It dragged her back to a memory, one she couldn't drink away.

[i]Water dripped down from the crack in the ceiling, splashing onto Effy's bare skin as it fell to the concrete floor. Her eyes fluttered open, a muted cry escaping her lips. In a halfhearted attempt to gain her freedom, she used last rush of adrenaline to crawl too the door, slamming it until her hand was littered with splinters. A sobbed wracked her body as she collapsed to the floor. She would die here. She would be one of the first casualties of the battles. God. Why her?[/i]

Effy took in a shaky breath, touching the door the bring herself back to reality. She was safe as long as she was with Gin.