I'm not a hardship. I'm awesome.

Fandom really liked raising the bar in what Kate considered to be an awful Monday morning, didn't it? Right now, the absolute top of the list was waking up at the trooper station and feeling thankful for having been there for about a day and a half, because everything before the detainment was gut-wrenchingly horrible.

After she'd been handwavily released from the station, Kate had made her way back across town to the dorms, where the first thing she ended up doing was spending a good while in the bathroom, puking her guts out at the vivid memory of blood flowing down her throat, because the hallways were reminding her of that pretty painfully. Yeah, she -- she needed to get out, right now. She hurriedly threw some stuff in her bag and then she was off. Not even really noticing the island's new location, she left a few uncertain handwavy voicemails (for Bod, and for Jack, and after some hesitation, also for Nathan – just quick messages to say she was normal, sorry, going home, sorry sorry sorry, and would be in touch) on the walk over to the causeway, and then turned her phone off.

She needed to not be here and not deal with this, just for a while.

[ooc: NFI as she is goooone.]

This whole packing thing was starting to get really familiar. It was getting easier and easier to gather up clothes and other necessities. Kate had already lost count of the times she'd gone home in the last few months, when earlier she could easily go months and months without going back.

It may have seemed like a random change, but it really wasn't. The truth was that there was less to run away from at home right now. The Gregson family circus was currently not staging any shows of mental illness and embarrassment. It was actually easy to go home.

And this time, she'd found a ridiculously cheap portal connection to Kansas City for later in the evening, so going was even easier. Even if she'd just seen Zack's email and been reminded that Hannibal had said he was coming around for Ino's birthday, which probably meant she'd miss seeing him. But, she'd been intending to storm his new New York dwelling as soon as possible, anyway. She'd make up for missing his visit then. Couldn't let a deal like that Portalocity ticket just pass her by.

Of course, earlier in the week she'd also found out that Lynda P. Frazier's check had bounced. But that had nothing to do with her decision to travel. Nothing at all. None.

[ooc: Open door/post! Your last chance to talk to Kate face to face until Monday, at least.]