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HARRIET PERCIVAL AMES BROWN FEELS LIKE SHE HAS A CERTAIN PALINOIA WITH BRUSHING HER TEETH.

If she didn't do it one night, she'd have  to make up for it in the morning. 

So when she's on the plane, she starts to squirm.

Her daily habits are fairly normal, but when push came to shove, she would never let her routine break. The fact that she hasn't brushed her teeth in nearly twenty-four hours, is seriously bugging her.

Harriet desperately pleaded for her phone many times, but of course her loyal protectors wouldn't let her communicate with her friends.

A voice on the intercom, Harriet assumes, says the plane would be landing soon. 

The words fill her half to the brim with happiness.

She's always been more of a land person.

After thirty minutes that felt like thirty hours, the plane starts to lower to the ground, a light shake erupting though the isles.

Harriet chews on some gum another attendant gave her for the landing, sighing with relief when the plane stops.

Finally. Home sweet ground.

Sasha, on the other hand, looks incredibly nervous to be landing, fidgeting with her nails and biting her lower lip as Joshua lightly traces reassuring circles on her arms. He looks less bothered

Harriet observes quietly, finding it unusual that someone would take comfort in being on a plane; they're nasty things, in her opinion. She can relate to Sasha on the nervousness.

When everyone is off the plane, Harriet finally registers it.

She's in New York City. Land of...homeless people and big apples. Pleasant.

If it were under any other circumstances, she would've been smiling, probably. 

But when she thinks about how she was drugged and taken against her will, Harriet isn't as happy. She watches through the window as the plane goes down, and the flight attendant hurries down the aisle in that short little skirt and red heels. 

Harriet chews the gum harder, popping a bubble with it. The fold-up table in front of her hits her knee when she tries to stand so she slams it shut for good riddance. This should be exciting.

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a/n: i have no idea why i use snowmen for my paragraphing :l  short short chapter, just informing i will be changing the cover for jackalope, so if you can't see it in your readings, it would look a bit different. 

HI OMD i just realized i accidentally rewrote some of this in chapter eight ignore that thx 

edit: period cramps are brutally shredding me to pieces

-m.d

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