San Francisco, Sunday Evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel tried not to think about the fact that things were quiet for the moment. Quiet was good. Quiet was wonderful in fact. But thinking about it too much was the surest way to wind up with the demon of the week shimmering in to break another table

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[blessed_twice]

Wyatt jumped over the back of the couch and settled down next to Isabel, bowl of popcorn in hand. "I think I'm going to start telling demons to look at the flowers before I vanquish them," he said.

[izzyalienqueen]

"I think the demons are slightly more sane then that poor kid was," Isabel replied, reaching for a handful of popcorn.

[blessed_twice]

"I don't know, some of them are pretty crazy," Wyatt said. "But then again, that kid was creepy."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Creepy is good. When it's on TV." God only knows they'd dealt with enough creepy in real life over the years. "She was still a better villain then the Governor."

[mparkerceo]

*riiiiing*

Thaaat would be a call from Rio.

Hi Isabel!

[izzyalienqueen]

Perfect timing Parker, the show was over and Isabel needed the distraction.

"You better be calling me from the beach," Isabel said as soon as the call connected. "I don't care if it's the middle of the night."

[mparkerceo]

Parker laughed, strappy sandals and a drink in one hand, phone in the other.

"I'm at a bonfire party," she admitted. A steel drum band could be heard very vaguely in the background as she walked down the beach. "Does that count?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"Absolutely. So what's up in the life I'm living vicariously?"

Because happy or not, everyone needed a daydream.