It's not like every devastating end brings a new beginning...
A cab pulls up in front of the Main Gauche, rather slowly and reluctantly as it gets close enough to see the twisted wreckage of the gates, a few scorch marks on the buildings and grounds... Gwen hands the driver a few bills and slides out of the back seat, eying the gates uncertainly for a second before she starts inside. She can deal with this. Jack's gone and Maya's dead and Suzie Costello may or may not be trustworthy and the world's all gone mad, but she can do this. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Inside the building, Sam is sitting on the floor outside of the makeshift morgue, back against the wall, head leaned back against it as well, red-rimmed eyes unfocused and staring off into nothing. Anyone trying to get him to move, unless it's to go back to the Kashtta and take Maya's body with him, might well be punched.
Tosh is in one of the sunrooms, curled up in a chair and looking out over the still bloody and scorched grounds, while Logan prowls the halls, a little bored after the excitement of last night.
And back in Chicago, Grace is curled up in a chair in the first floor lobby of the Conrad, looking a little lost and scared and she should probably go back downstairs because there are angels there, angels who aren't going to die any time soon but could probably use a doctor nevertheless, but she just... can't. Maybe she'll just sit up here a while longer, and watch the people on the sidewalk outside. Just until she feels like she can breathe again.
Inside the building, Sam is sitting on the floor outside of the makeshift morgue, back against the wall, head leaned back against it as well, red-rimmed eyes unfocused and staring off into nothing. Anyone trying to get him to move, unless it's to go back to the Kashtta and take Maya's body with him, might well be punched.
Tosh is in one of the sunrooms, curled up in a chair and looking out over the still bloody and scorched grounds, while Logan prowls the halls, a little bored after the excitement of last night.
And back in Chicago, Grace is curled up in a chair in the first floor lobby of the Conrad, looking a little lost and scared and she should probably go back downstairs because there are angels there, angels who aren't going to die any time soon but could probably use a doctor nevertheless, but she just... can't. Maybe she'll just sit up here a while longer, and watch the people on the sidewalk outside. Just until she feels like she can breathe again.