Christy handed the flight attendant her ticket and yawned as she waited for her to check it over, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Her hair was filthy feeling and she felt like she had layers of dirt on her skin from running all night, she felt horrible. Taking the ticket back a bit roughly, she moved to the second row of front row seats and took the window seat. Sitting down, she let her head fall against the window frame. Ever since she had left Rodriguez behind, she felt a deep heavy feeling, almost like she was falling apart with out him. The scratches were still burning like hell even though her mark was plainly visible. Inwardly groaning as a buisness man took a seat next to her, he was chatting away on his phone and she knew he would never shut up. Wether he was talking to her or not. 'This is gonna be a long flight' she thought bitterly.<br/>~~~~~~~~<br/>Jolting awake from her deep sleep as the plane hit the ground, she sat up straight and looked around quickly. Everyone was stirring and grabbing their things as they prepared to get off the plane. Getting up, she slipped past the buisness man as he started off the conversation with his buisness partner from two hours ago. Taking the empty aisle seat, she rubbed her forhead as her head started to pound, all the noises in the cabin of the plane felt like someone was taking a hammer to her head.<br/><br/>Christy was feeling weaker from before and she wasn't sure why but she just blew it off. As soon as the plane was docked, she leapt from her seat and practically ran off the plane. Now in the airport, she slipped through the crowds swiftly and silently as she made her way to the front. Looking up and down the street in front of the airport, she hailed the first cab she saw. "2986 Magnolia Drive. Hurry too," she ordered as she stepped inside. The cab driver simply nodded, pulling away from the airport and towards the given address.<br/>~~~~~~<br/>Christy handed the driver his money and left the cab, looking up at the old, two story, country house that had become so very familiar to her. Smiling breifly, she jogged up to the door and knocked. A minute or so later the door creaked open and there stood an elderly lady. The woman's eyes widened and she gasped, taking in the appearance of her granddaughter on her front porch. "Goodness child! You look like you have been through hell and back. Come in, come in!" she said quickly, opening the door wider.<br/><br/>Smilling gratefrully, she stepped inside and inhaled the scent of freshly baked cookies in the oven. "Exspecting company Nana?" she asked, turning to look at her grandma. Nana laughed softly and shook her head, touching the girls hair. "No child. I just thought cookies would be nice for such a chilly day. You dont have a jacket on and your hair is a mess. Christy, have you gotten any sleep at all?" she asked worriedly, already leading her upstairs to her old bedroom. Christy sighed heavvily and shook her head even though her grandma couldnt see it. "Im afraid not. I would tell you what happened but you might think im insane," she said.<br/><br/>Nana laughed and looked over her shoulder at Christy. "Child, there is nothing that surprises m any more. Why dont you get a shower and rest up? Then you can come downstairs and tell me all about it," she said softly and gently kissed Christy's head before gently pushing her in her room. Shutting the door, Nana sighed softly and frowned. "Rodriguez isnt going to like this.." she muttered softly. Heading downstairs, she picked up the phone and dialed his number. "Rodriguez. Calm down, calm down. She is here," she said quietly into the phone, looking up the stairs to make sure Christy didnt hear.<br/><br/>Christy stripped down naked and jumped in the scalding hot shower, scrubbing away at the layers of dirt. Washing her hair three times before she was satisfied with the silky feeling, she gently touched her mark and winced. The wound was still fresh and it felt like it was getting infected. Sighing heavily, she stayed in the shower until her fingertips started to get wrinkly. Turning off the shower, she stepped out and wrapped a towel around her body. Putting her hair in a towel, she dried off her neck and cut up a piece of guaze small enough to tape over the claw marks. Taping it over it, she continued to dry off before realizing she had no change of clothes.<br/><br/>Opening her bathroom door, she crossed her room and went into the closet to find some clothes. Finding a pair of red shorts and a blue tank top, she tossed them on the bed then went in search for underwear. Grabbing a neon green pair of underwear and a bra, she pulled them on before dressing in the mis-matched shorts and a tank top. Climbing into her old bed, she didn't even mind the dust as she collapsed into the white sheets, the moment her head hit the pillow, she was out like a lightbulb. Not even having the time to cover up before she passed out.