Drafts from the Phone Booth sent chills down Kat's back.
It was a gray, damp, cold morning and Kat was wearing a light pink long-sleeved shirt, so loose that the straps of her black lace bra were visible; denim shorts and brown Texas boots. This, plus a backpack belonging to her father - back to the time when he had enlisted in the Marins - was all Kat had.
With hands shivering from the cold, Kat placed the coins in the appropriate ledge. Some taken from her savings, some found on the street, and some given to her by an elderly lady who was feeding pigeons in the park.
After placing the necessary coins, she pressed the keys to dial the phone number of Arthur, her father.
Bip
As Kat waited she began to pinch the skin near her wrist.
It was a tic. She had had it since she was a child.
Bip
Usually, Maddy would help her calm down.
When she was very little, with a song, then when she had grown up, he had taught her not to be overpowered by anxiety and to breathe. To take deep breaths. But it was long past time that she had managed to get over it.
Bip
To control herself, to not allow anxiety to consume her. To stop having obsessive thoughts that made her lose sleep, to stop making her leg shake when she was sitting up, to stop biting her nails or her lip cuticles.
Bip
It was amazing how Maddy was the younger one, but the two of them always managed to take care of each other as if they were the same age.
In fact, in some situations Maddy looked like the older sister and Kat the younger one.
Bip
She had improved.
She had managed to get control of herself and her own anxiety and worry, but it had been a few weeks since she had started again. With everything.
With the insomnia, the panic attacks, and the tendency to isolate herself in her own thoughts.
Kat knew why. It was all Arthur's fault.
Bip— "We are sorry. The number you have selected is not currently reachable. Please try again later"
"Damn it!". Kat slammed the handset against the keypad and then she put the phone back in its place.
How could she do it now? She had some money left, but she needed it to buy food, find a place to sleep, and get transportation to get out of that City once she solved the case and found the person she was looking for.
Kat put the remaining coins in a coin purse and she hid it in the bottom of her backpack, under the papers, some books, the gun and the knife, and walked out of the Phone Booth hugging her shoulders to warm herself and ward off the cold.
Kat steeled herself. Now it was time to get to work.
After weeks of searching she had finally managed to discover the whereabouts of the man she was looking for. Jericho, California, to solve a case involving a Highway and numerous men who had disappeared over decades.
Kat looked around and then headed in the direction of the Highway in question. To ask questions and figure out what was going on.
To solve the case and then talk to John Winchester.
♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎
After a long walk under gray clouds Kat arrived in front of a bridge. She stopped and observed the situation. A yellow Police tape, a car in the middle of the road crooked - probably due to an impact or sudden braking - with two Police Officers circling around it.
