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He heard the bang and hoped it was Zoey and Penny taking that thing down, but his hopes were dashed when they were hit by a strong force. Odessa went flying and he face planted right in the snow. Stacey turned around, face so cold his cheeks turned red and his hair was damp, the Apparition hovered close, hand ready to grab him when Penny landed close to him. She's okay, and Zoey's okay. Not sure if Odessa is alive, but he finds it hard to care when she psyched him out moments before. Too fast. He couldn't process anything and he hated it. He just wanted to be back home getting his ass kicked and locked out of the house. That's better than this. His shit home life is familiar, comforting in the wake of demons wanting his body and mysterious people he's not sure how he feels about yet.

[color=goldenrod]“If you’re going to start running, do it directly away from me. Don't fuck this up.”[/color] Penny said while she got to work writing weird symbols on the ground.

Stacey flinched, she sounded like his mother when he did something that irritated her, like almost dying to her great inconvenience. He didn't stick around and got to his feet. He booked it towards the train, though with how fast that thing caught up to them he's not sure if the train was fast enough to outrun it, but it's better than nothing. It's a few blocks away and he's not used to running this far, especially with a guitar on his back and ice on the ground. Oh shit. His guitar. He landed on when Odessa covered him back at the bar. He can't recall if he hard it break and now wasn't the time to check, but he needed a rest if he was going to keep going. He was half way to Odessa when he stopped and swung his case around. He knelt down and opened it. The teal blue acoustic guitar shined under the streetlight. He picked it up, looked it over, and nothing was out of place. The neck was good, any wear was from the last two years, and the strings weren't broken. Good. He packed it up and continued on, a little more rested and a little less panicked about his prized possession.