I'm A Darker Dream That Has No Ending

Phoebe had a broken wrist...

...and a bag that she was trying to pack things into.

Granted, the packing was going veeeeerrrrry slow as she could only use one hand, but she was still very determined.

She was leaving and quite possibly checking into a hotel or just leaving for awhile.

She hadn't decided.

What she had decided -- because she was soooo good at making decisions right now -- was that she couldn't be at the house right now.

Cole was alive.

Cole was alive, quite possibly possessed and he wanted her to suffer for some wrongs he thought she had done.

He had almost killed Anders.

From the way he was acting, it was quite possible that anyone that came near her or was close to her was going to be a target. Someone she cared about could get hurt or killed just because they were near her or tried to help her.

So... she had decided that she would stay somewhere else until she could free Cole from whatever was possessing him and wanted to hurt her. The real Cole would never have hit her... he never would have hurt her or Anders or anyone else.

Thus packing.

With one hand.

Pity she had left that pesky door open.



[[Open to anyone who wants to knock sense into her, stop her, or the insane!husband if he wants to mess with her.]]