Murphy was out for a walk, on the alert for monsters, on the alert for... Anything, really. It's been a quiet few weeks. She hasn't seen Michael, the Doctor, the Trickster, Des, though she's talked to Des a few times since they met. There's still no sign of Harry.
Murphy closes her eyes and tilts her face skyward at the sun that isn't there. She's going to go crazy if she doesn't hear something soon. Even a trail to follow in the case of Michael's kidnappings would be a blessing.
She's rounding the corner to the front of the Empress when she hears the Trickster's voice. Murphy hisses in a breath and races around the corner and skids to a halt.
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Date: 2010-01-13 01:35 am (UTC)Murphy closes her eyes and tilts her face skyward at the sun that isn't there. She's going to go crazy if she doesn't hear something soon. Even a trail to follow in the case of Michael's kidnappings would be a blessing.
She's rounding the corner to the front of the Empress when she hears the Trickster's voice. Murphy hisses in a breath and races around the corner and skids to a halt.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
Who did he kill?