SEVENTH SHOT

[dog_eat_dog]

( Ellie, Joel, Lee, Ben, Clem )

058 Spells Cast

[kungfuwitch]

( Room filter/Private )

[Phoebe's handwriting is a little shakier than usual as she writes:]

My husband, Peter Petrelli, has gone home. [two tears hit the page, distorting the edges of the word "home" as she continues.]

I'm going out to Fairfield for a while. I can be reached by journal if anyone needs me. [She hesitates for a moment]

Please don't need me.

( York )

((OOC: With that Phoebe is on her way out to the Dead Zone for the next month. She might respond over the journal))

1.00% | dictated

[magnets]

[ It's been a while since Jesse's showed up, propped up against a wall and jarring awake like someone's hit him. There's a lot of shock, a lot of wandering, he even lights himself a cigarette before he gets to the journal and seats himself on the floor, cross-legged, ash lightly sprinkling on the page. ]

The hell is this, they give- [ It starts cutting in and out as he flips the pages, opens and closes the book. ] -write my feelings in some damn- [ Close, open. ] -creep-ass-

[ Open. ]

Oh, yeah, yeah, let's just not even tell the guy, let's just sit him in some damn fancy-shmancy fuckin' hotel and not even let him - Hah, not even tell what the hell's happening, that's great, let's not even let him pack or anythin', just kidnap him and throw him to the buzzards, yeah, yeah, let's pull some roadkill, old Western crap. [ With silk sheets and fancy furniture. Hmm. ]

Screw this, I'm checkin' the place out, bullshit, this is bullshit.