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YOUR CURRENT PRIORITY IS TO GET OUT OF GEORGIA. IT'S NOT SAFE FOR YOU THERE ANYMORE.

You also need to come to New York City to stay with your Aunt Vanessa. She'll take care of you while we look for your mother.

Please stay safe.

-Bruce Banner, Scientist and Physician Graduated From 

She doesn't read the numerous universities listed after that.

Harriet frowns at the letter, looking to the bottom and scowling when she sees his name.

Bruce Banner. Always worrying, carping, and trying to have things his way. He probably tells people to use the Oxford comma in texts unironically. 

What an unusual letter. Why would I go to New York for no reason except for an obscure warning? And how the fuck did this wackjob fuckup get into my house to put the letter on the table?

She looks around the house for a moment, as if expecting someone to jump out at any moment. A spider crawls up the side of her nightstand and then she does jump, because that's just terrifying.

Makes dinner, brushes her teeth and washes her face. Feeds the cat. 

She still feels on edge, though. Unsure, unaware, unsafe. Like that feeling you get when you're just about convinced someone's watching you, although you're not really sure. Her mind shifts through all sorts of scenarios. Maybe there's a serial killer at her window. Or those strange men chasing her down the street.

She just wants to sleep now.

So she does, drinking her water then closing her eyes. As of now, she feels like a fish out of water, dry and lonely on the grainy and uncertain sands of life.

Harriet Percival Ames Brown is alone. 

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Harriet is exhausted again.

After rolling out of bed and groggily brushing her teeth, Harriet contemplates whether she should go to NYC or not. It seemed harmless, at least, she hopes so. Bruce said she was in danger. From what, exactly?

He was vague with details.

She wanders around the house for a bit, similar to a sailor on a slippery starboard. Harriet can't recall what exactly happened yesterday.

Whenever she tried to, it made her head go fuzzy; like the wrong channel on an old television. 

The house is a mess, dirty rags and piles of dishes stacked up in the sink. It's quite a sight. Things haven't been all well since her mother went missing. 

Things haven't been well at all.

Harriet grabs her phone off the little wooden nightstand, the smooth surface buzzing with texts from friends that she didn't usually talk to. She sighs again, pinching the bridge of her nose and doing a double take. 

Why can't she remember yesterday? What happened? Harriet tries to focus.

She stumbles over to the bathroom, her face barely visible to her in the grimy mirror.

She went on a run, and then what? It's a completely blank space. Did she get coffee? Did she drink too much? No, she wasn't drinking. All Harriet can clearly see is the letter. She drinks the water next to her bed and grimaces. It tastes weird. Like someone pissed in it and then mixed it with grapefruit. And yes, specifically that.

Then it hits her. Shit!

She's definitely stupid. It's too late now. She can't spit out the water, and she can already feel the wave of fatigue taking her down just as fast as a knife to the head would.

She feels it sweep over her, and within seconds, she's on the ground.

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a/n: hi! hows that for a second chapter? i promise updating is regular i've just been combining chapters because they look longer on my phone ☃

edit: grapefruits

by the way, her drink was drugged when she drank it the first time as well, which is why she didn't remember anything from the day before; it wasn't purposeful, though, the drugger didn't intend for her to lose memory