
THE DOOR SHE knocks on is vaguely familiar at best. like maybe she saw it in a dream, once - pulled the address from one of daddy’s old books when she visited bethel. ( after scott killed all those kids, kate had to tap out. she just couldn’t. ) so she went to seek normalcy in the only place she could possibly think of - her mother’s cousin. the older brunette opens the door, looking tired and confused, and kate couldn’t blame her if she tried. rain-soaked and scared, only a backpack with her, kate feels about two inches tall. ‘ april ? ’ / @mcmachine