[Charlotte starts her walk home from the police station. It's still a bit warm, and it's still wet. And it's definitely dark.] * Charlotte is no stranger to that. * Charlotte walks home, avoiding the dangerous routes as best she could. The last thing she wants to do tonight is run into more nasties. [Through long practice, Charlotte avoids all the popular gang hideouts and so on and so forth. Soon, she approaches her rickety apartment building.] * Charlotte goes inside! [She does! And she climbs stairs, no doubt!] * Charlotte sure does! [Charlotte reaches her apartment. It's the best apartment ever. Or not.] * Charlotte considers it home, whether it is or not. She heads on inside. "Sam? I'm home!" ["Wha?" Sam looks over from doing the dishes. He grins. "Hey, Charlotte! How was work?"] * Charlotte drops the bible and rosary on a chair somewhere. "It was pretty rough today." [Sam scrubs at the crusty week-dirty plate more vigorously. "Yeah?"] * Charlotte nods. "There kind of was a fight in front of the store." [He lifts the plate from the suds, inspects it a bit, and then gets back to it. "What happened?"] Someone was trying to steal a car and got caught. I'm fine, but my boss got hurt. I'm not sure where she is now. [Sam looks over at Charlotte. "That's serious. You okay?"] * Charlotte nods. "Yeah. It was a little shocking, but I'm okay. The police came and cleared everything up, so it's fine now." [He nods, too, looking Charlotte over to make sure she's not hurt at all. "That's good."] * Charlotte nods. "How was your day?" ["Pretty tough, but my boss said I might get a raise." He looks over with a grin. "If it comes through, want to go out to eat?"] * Charlotte grins. "Really? Sure, I'd like that!" ( Raise ftw! ) (It is!) [He nods and raises his right hand. "Any place you want."] * Charlotte nods. "I'll have to think about that." [Sam chuckles and rinses off the plate.] * Charlotte walks over to him. "Do you need any help with that?" ["These dishes don't dry themselves." Pause. "No, they do, but..."] * Charlotte chuckles and heads over to help. [Sam starts on the silverware. "We've got to do these more often."] * Charlotte picks up a knife covered in peanut butter and makes a face. "I guess you're right." [He looks at that and makes an identical face. "What is that, two years old?"] Nah. It's still brown. [Sam snickers. "One, then."] * Charlotte nods. [They wash in silence for a while, conquering the ancient peanut butter, and then Sam says, "You're sure you're all right?"] * Charlotte nods. "I'm fine. Really." [He nods. "I'm just... you looked pretty down when you came in."] Well, it was pretty scary. [Session End!]