Johnny Fitch (![]() ![]() |
Johnny slept like a rock. She had managed to develop the skill of sleeping through anything by just not thinking or dreaming. She closed her eyes, she was out. The alert wok her with a start and she blinked a bit like a surprised cat before instinctively checking her gloves, getting dressed before heading to Caulder's office.
"Coffee. Need."
"Coffee. Need."
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