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[b][color=black]Time:[/color][/b][color=gray] Morning[/color]
[b][color=black]Location:[/color][/b][color=gray]On the road from OH HQ [/color]
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Sean had turned the music back on and Angel had a deja vu moment. The memory had proven difficult to dig up but the nostalgia had still set in. She watched him go with a pang of guilt, glancing forward again. She reminded herself it was easier this way and began to put the car back in drive. Angel had gotten so used to having no filter and just letting the most aggressive words tumble out of her mouth the moment she felt them. She just wished that after acting as such she did not feel bad about it each time. It had gotten easier with time, but she wished things could be different.

The sounds of a tummy rumbling made her remember suddenly Shay was still there that whole time. [color=B72B26]"Had to get him to go."[/color]Angel told her simply. She changed the radio station to a lighter song. It would take some time before the girls arrived at the diner, but eventually, they did, thanks to Angel probably needing to slow down. 

After parking, she hopped out of the car and turned to speak to Shay, [color=B72B26]"Don't leave any lasting impressions."[/color]
Angel moved into the diner, asking for a table for two with a yawn. The waiter replied that it would be ready in a few minutes. She took some time to glance around the diner. It was not too busy this morning thankfully; there were not too many people. She noted a rather odd trio seated nearby, deciding to completely ignore their existence.[/color]

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[color=gray][b]"...Take care."[/b][/color][/center]
[color=gray]An arm had reached over Angel to pick up the coffee mug on the table as the speaking male left the room. Her small legs kicked back and forth with anxiety in the air as she sat. She was still in her thanksgiving dress and mary-janes. Her frilly socks were splattered with blood. The dress was long-sleeved and covered in little flowers. Her hair was much longer than that day she had set out to eat turkey with her family, and it was in a disarray. The room was dark and cold, empty besides the two seats across a long table. Angel wouldn't know until she got older that she had been in one of Operation Humanity's interrogation rooms.

She tapped the table with her dirt-covered fingers as she waited without much knowledge of what for. The last few hours had felt like a strange dream. The child had found herself nodding yes and no after pauses to questions but she had not spoken much. The hours had felt like minutes, all a weird blur. It reminded Angel of when she went to the dentist and they put something in her gums to make her not feel the pain. 

Her gaze shot up and she jumped to her feet, hurrying towards the back of the room as a tall man came in. She instinctively covered her neck with her hand and her lip quivered. Steady blue eyes glanced down at hers. His outfit had given away his high-ranking position to Angel with all its badges and fancy details. The hat was another spectacle of its own. The only comfort was that the man's black mustache reminded her of the one her father had. Still, Angel's reality had become so confusing. Was this just another monster?

[color=B72B26]"Please... Don't take it."[/color]She had found herself whispering almost inaudibly to the man. 

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