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𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟲, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟲 𝖭𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺'𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵
𝐖𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, our weary feet yearning for respite after days of confinement within the confines of the Impala. I stood by the hood of the Impala, investing myself in the map, meticulously spread across the car's hood, tracing our next possible routes. Sam stood behind me, looking over my shoulder to help me find a possible route around construction to get ourselves to Pennsylvania to see if the case I found was our kind of job. Meanwhile, Dean was engrossed in the digital world, absorbed in the messages in his phone.
After a few days of well-deserved rest following our previous case, the familiar routine began to gnaw at my core. A restlessness stirred within me, an itch for a new case to ignite my senses and provide a much-needed sense of purpose. Anything to break free from the monotony and offer me a chance to dive into the thrill of purpose and the exhilaration of action. The only excitement I've gotten these past few days has been through the screen of my cell phone.
Following our last case, I allowed myself a much-needed day of rest and introspection. It was during this time that I mustered the courage to reach out to Kai. Regret washed over me as I recalled how I had abruptly cut off contact when I left for Stanford, leaving him without any explanation. Now, I had the opportunity to make amends and set things right. Our lives had become so consumed by our respective responsibilities that our communication had been reduced to a mere handful of text messages.
