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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday morning

"Portalocity lounge," Mae read aloud, and heaved a sigh of relief. "Finally. First time I ever travel alone and I get lost in the stupid airport." She walked into the lounge, looked around, and hopped up onto the bench, her duffel bag tucked under her feet. There was plenty of room, since her legs were too short to reach the ground. "Of course, it's bigger than, like, all of Possum Springs put together, so I guess that can't be too surprising. Good thing Mom and Dad insisted I take the early bus."

She tapped her heels on her duffel bag and eyed the door. "And now I'm talking to myself. Good job, Mae. Perfect first impression." She made her eyes comically wide and waved to an imaginary audience. "HeY, I'M mAe, i'M TOtallY NOrmAl, niCE To MEeT yoU." She frowned and tapped her feet harder. "Good job, Killer."

Another glance around the lounge. There wasn't a lot to look at yet.

"I wish I had a video game."

[NEWBIE SHUTTLE TIME! Possibly slightly early, but I want a distraction]

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That was a perfectly reasonable thing to do.

Though Trevor was pretty concerned with how elaborate and imaginative his brain was being about all this. "A journal? To what? Right down all the people you want to hit?"

He'd do that. And maybe some ye olde Linkin Park lyrics.

Mae shrugged. "Something something externalize your thoughts. I think Dr. Hank's journal is just full of notes about how he wants to pull out everyone's teeth."

Dr. Hank was not just the town shrink, he was the town dentist, too. And the town pediatrician.

Possum Springs was screwed in multiple ways.

Well, Trevor was never going to trust anyone named Hank now.

"Externalize your thoughts? What a load of shit." Right about now he was so glad to be from the 15th century. It was just the bad humors! Or maybe you didn't pray enough. Probably the latter in Wallachia.

"You've decided I'm a hallucination," Mae pointed out. "In which case, your thoughts would already be external."

Or something.

"I didn't try to do this, though. I just ate... bad goat or something."

Totally shouldn't have stolen the food. It was karma. Or god.

"Well there's your problem. Goats are not for eating."

She felt weirdly strongly about this.

"What? Why not? It's not like I'm talking about eating cats." Which would probably make him the evil vampire in the situation.

Mae tilted her head, bemused. "Well sure. Eating cats is also gross. See also: dogs, horses, and other cuddly pets."

"Goats aren't pets." They were barely palatable food.

He had her there.

"Doesn't the Church basically call them demons or something?"

"The Church wouldn't know a demon if it ripped their collective throats out," Trevor grumbled.

That was probably true.

"Oh? Have you met a lot of demons?"

"You hear things," he said, immediately clamming up out of habit. Sure, this wasn't real. But what if it was?

"Things about . . . demons. From people other than churchy types."

Sure thing, dude.

Hey, most of those things involved people calling him a demon. Because people were fucking morons.

"They'd probably call you a demon too." Actually, he had completely assumed that was the case at first glance.

"Why?" Mae asked. "I mean, I've been called worse, but still."

It wasn't like this guy knew about the whole softball incident, after all.

He stared at her for a moment, just at a loss as to why this had to be explained. He was new to this whole thing, okay! He was new.

And terrible at socializing.

Mae stared back, waiting.

What, dude? She was clearly not the weirdo here, Mr. "I don't know what s'mores are".

HE WAS FROM A TERRIBLE PLACE, OKAY?

"You're a talking cat," he finally mumbled. "I think."

". . . That would certainly fit into your 'hallucination' theory."

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