She was just dropping Kaikou back off at Paix when her phone rang. Her eyes felt tired, and that took some doing with one of her kind. She needed sleep, in the worst way. She had been to New York and back, and needed to continue on to a few more locations within the next few days. Kaikou, however, had a fear of all things modern, planes included. So while his chivalrous desire to accompany Jenna was appreciated, she knew he couldn't hold that up for long. She disliked having anyone with her, she ended up feeling responsible for them and it slowed her down. She worked best alone. The kitsune was often in his own world, speaking his own language, doing his own thing, and she knew he wanted to be at Paix to greet his cousin, Junko when she arrived for her visit to New Orleans. It was best.

While Jenna had nothing particular against Junko, the girl was a bundle of issues and at this particular point in time, Jenna had no energy left to spare on anything other than her own narrow focused goal. Just as she was settling back into her car, had turned the key just for power but not the engine, her phone rang. She put her head back on the rest and put the phone to her ear.

"Ma'am I'm calling you because this number is listed as an emergency contact for a Charles Geller. Is this Jenna Foster? Your friend Mr. Geller has been admitted to the local hospital at...." A slender thumb hit the end button, holding the phone in mid air, and staring straight ahead.

Many things happened at once. A rush of relief so strong she felt her limbs go weak, her heart sped up and blood coursed through her body at such a pace it caused her ears to roar. The radio was playing, its sound bothering her sensitive ears while she coped with the immense sensation that the weight of the world had suddenly lifted. 'Ain't no mountain' came on, causing her hand to snap out and hit the power button on the radio. An unusual wind blew over the vehicle bringing with it a peppering of small gravel from the parking lot. She felt her mouth go dry, her eyes go wet and her jaw clamped against it all. He was alive. Geller was alive. She put her forehead to the steering wheel and gasped for air, eyes going closed. Blonde hair rushed forward in a silken curtain, hiding the lady's features completely.

Somehow the darkness that clouded her mind lifted, and she could breathe again. He was alive. She knew Nike would go to him, that the Lycan hospital would care for him, that his family would pile in and see to his well being. There was too much between their last conversation and now to ever justify her appearance. She felt the warmth of tears slide down her cheeks and didn't even bother wiping them off. She needed this moment, to revel in it, wallow through it, let it sink in and erase the past forty eight hours of frenzied guilt, pain and desperation.

Her shoulders shook, but no one could see. The dark tint of the windows hid her away from the world, just as she liked it. She cried for the relief she felt at knowing he was alive; she cried for the past that now would never hold anything more; she cried that she alone knew the truth beneath everything; she cried because now she had to face her life with what she thought was real, all rearranged. Perception was a funny thing, it skewed your reality into what you make it, it took away your pain, or your joy, and it tainted what could have been something pure and beautiful. But it was, what it was, and she cried too, for that fact. This was not something she could speak on, talk about or figure out. There was a real clue to a woman like Jenna, if she's not talking about it, it's far more important to her than anyone would ever know. She cried until her ribs were sore and her eyes stinging from the salt of her tears. It was a catharsis of sorts, unable to talk about it, unable to speak the words, she let her body pour it forth this way.

She put her hand to the gearshift, her head still down. She went limp, her breathing steady. There in the back parking lot of Paix, she finally found her sleep. Exhausted, adrenaline depleted, she shut down then and there.