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Room 324, Thursday Morning

Fire. There's someone on fire. But Kate can't see who it is until the figure turns around and it's her but not her but her and she's standing there and the flames lick up her arms and she's on fire but then it's Mitchell, wild-eyed with a fire inside, and it's Hannibal and the flames go from hot to cold from hot to cold in time with his eyes, and then it's Jack and Emma and Karla and Sebastien and David and Bod and Marshall and Max and Tara --

And then it's Annie, serene calm beautiful Annie like that time in the cellar, and everything stops for a single awful second as she smiles.

And then the flames swallow her up and there's nothing but the fire.

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Kate had been very, very glad to not wake up screaming. She had been very glad to wake up, period. Her subconscious was not the place to be right now, her dreams had made that abundantly clear. She'd had no trouble getting out of bed since she'd craved a cold shower to fully wake her up and make sure nothing lingered on.

After the shower, she'd changed her clothes, put on some music, opened the door, made her bed and then flopped down on it with a notebook to make plans for a third floor welcome she wasn't sure she'd even organize.

Saturday wasn't shaping up to be a day to be bubbly and welcoming.

[ooc: Open post, open door. ETA: I would like to call all Mitchell stuff NFB, please and thank you!]

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Bod smiled briefly, nodding a few times but still staying silent. The ghosts he'd known hadn't been able to do that so it was more evidence that things were different in different places. He sighed quietly.

"And she let me sleep in her room," Kate added. "'Cause it's not like she actually slept herself. And she watched me sleeping, that one night after -- that one really rough day."

She sighed too, with a little shudder.

She sounded like a good person and Bod was glad Kate had had her for however long she'd known this Annie. He smiled again, sadly, and nodded, keeping quiet while she talked.

There was a quiet moment, while Kate shifted a bit and just listened to his heartbeat.

"This is just so fucking unfair," she muttered. "She never did anything wrong, and still she is the one that got fucking exorcized."

Bod thought about apologizing again but it hadn't done anything but anger her earlier so he stayed quiet and nodded. It sounded unfair and he was sorry it had happened. Bad things just tended to happen to good people.

"I mean, who even does that?" Kate asked, though it was highly rhetorical. She was doing a mighty good job of getting annoyed even without his input. It was a gift. "I thought exorcizing ghosts was a total movie thing. Granted, I used to think ghosts themselves were that too but seriously. Why do that? And why do that to her? Though I guess if they wanted to kill the werewolves and take out the vampires then they might as well take away everyone else as well."

Bod had no good answers for her so he didn't say anything at all. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine this ghost, tried to perhaps send some good thoughts her way and hoped that maybe she was somewhere else safe.

It was a small gesture but it was all he had.

"When I die I want it to be the end," Kate stated, her voice full of scorn. Anger was so easy to hold on to. "I don't want that to ever happen to me. It's bad enough to get taken from people once."

Bod started a bit at that because his views and beliefs were radically different. He looked away and held onto his silence even if his thoughts were whirling. Even if he did want to talk, he didn't trust himself not to argue right now so silence.

"I mean, Annie was killed by her fucking fiancé," Kate continued, brow furrowing. "Just a couple of years ago, so... Her family's still out there and she can-- couldn't talk to them, but she got a new one. She got a second chance and people that loved her, and then she was just ripped away from -- us, too." She shook her head. "I would never want to have that happen."

Bod disagreed vehemently with her but he couldn't say anything right now. He didn't think she was seeing anything but the bad and trying to convince her right now would be dangerous. Needless to say, he disagreed but was trying not to show it.

He hadn't tensed or twitched or anything. He was just laying there, listening to her talk and frowning every so often.

"And I bet this fucking priest guy or whatever," Kate pressed on, "totally thought he was doing the right thing, too. They always do. I know it's easy to think everything supernatural is bad."

Because she'd thought so too. Once.

Bod kept his breathing even and steady, listening to her get out what she needed to while he himself kept everything inside. He breathed and watched her and breathed and closed his eyes. He had thoughts on this but he intended them to stay in his head only.

"I have to say it, times like this I almost see why Mitchell goes all human hating sometimes," Kate concluded. Then she turned her head to peer up once she finally realized she couldn't remember the last time he'd said anything. "So you're really just not gonna partake in this at all?"

Well, he'd made that suggestion and she'd agreed with him so he'd been going along with it. Being asked that now, Bod just shrugged a shoulder. He wanted to be comforting and sympathetic but she'd stirred a few things in him that he didn't want to let loose accidentally.

Whereas Kate was starting to feel... well, she wasn't even sure what. It wasn't quite that she wasn't being listened to, but something akin to him just humoring her, though she knew it wasn't that.

"Is this some pointless stubborn thing now?"

"Did you seriously just ask me that?" Bod asked, raising an eyebrow. "I said I was going to stay quiet and you agreed with not ten minutes ago. Do not get angry with me."

"I'm not getting angry with you," Kate replied, and did sound remarkably calm about it. "I just don't think I thought you'd take it so literally."

Which was stupid because he'd already done it before.

"Yes well, you were wrong," Bod said, shaking his head. "Me talking wasn't doing anything good so I elected to stay quiet and let you talk. I listened."

"Well I don't think I work very well with that," Kate said, pulling away from him though only because she could actually see him that way without craning her neck. "I mean, I just end up going in circles if no one stops me."

"I really don't think I'm the one to hold a conversation with you about what you said," Bod admitted honestly. "I don't agree with a lot of what you said and I don't want to argue."

Kate raised an eyebrow at him. "So you're just not gonna talk to me at all while bottling up your own opinions?" she asked. "Gee, that sounds like it won't lead to any trouble ever at all."

"I'm really not sure what you'd like me to do, Kate," Bod sighed, rubbing his head again. "I tried to talk to you earlier and it didn't work. I didn't talk and you didn't like that. What would you have me do?"

"Maybe not assume I'm gonna argue with you?" Kate suggested, tilting her head. "I know you're gonna disagree, because I know you grew up clloser to this stuff and 'cause you're just different from me. Don't you think I still want to hear what you think? God, it might even distract me from the absolute shittiness of this particular situation."

"You always argue," Bod pointed out, shaking his head. "And you feel strongly about this and I don't want to put you through an argument right now. You're still too raw and too sad and I'd just rather not."

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