Sage Post hadn't talked to anyone since it happened. Maybe no one would remember her. She knew her time was up with the band tour.
Something bad happened. But not to her. It was a close call. It could have been worse. She liked to believe she left Mitch Olsen's bus in one piece. Scruffy Mitch, not so lucky.
She didn't want to think how it was. The blood. How she'd left him on the floor in pain. She bet he never told anyone what really happened. Lord knows, what the story would be about when he wore the patch over his right eye now. Probably, be the infamous Patch. And to think she'd done it with a Sharpie. Nobody messed with Sage Post. Of course, getting to Cory's house was quite a journey, its self.
She hitched a ride with a truck driver, going East. She lived on Cornuts and a bottle of diet pop. Took her three days to get there, and when she did, she meandered around town, hoping she might bump into him. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. At her last resort, she rang the door bell, hoping she wasn't completely lost.
"Sage! What are you doing here?" The shock on his face, amazed her.
"What? You didn't think you'd see me, again?" She stared at him as if she wanted to be tough, but she really wasn't.
"Well..." His look was puzzled, but he let her in. She guessed she smelled. She was still in her cheap tank top and cut-off jeans. She wore her steal toed boots which were heavy and sweaty. Sage so needed to take a load off.
"I was just passing through." Only she didn't have any money. No minutes on her phone. As she looked around the cozy living-room..this was where she wanted to call home.