Fey finally seemed to come out of her daze. She shook her head, what had she been thinking? She had noticed that her moments of spacing had been getting more and more frequent. Maybe I'm getting tired and should take a few days off? Fey looked at the many new candles cooling under the glass on her counter. Some of them quite pretty and complex with a second layer of different coloured wax in a spiral down it, perfect for combination magic. She had spaced out the previous day and made these. As she picked up a white and green one, Fey had a somewhat fuzzy memory of seeing an elderly lady earlier in the previous day. She'd seemed so sad, no more alone and in need of a friend. If I saw her, why didn't I invite her in, especially since it has been so cold lately. That's not like me at all. This thought worried Fey, though she didn't know why.
Patpatpatpatpatpatpatpatpatpat The sound of a fresh batch of hail brought Fey out of her thoughts. The sun was setting and Fey wanted to go home now. Because of the terrible weather, Fey had left Finicky at home, and without Finicky, Fey didn't even want to risk walking in the dark. She locked the door and opened her umbrella, no real help, but it offered comfort. As Fey walked down the road, she saw a large black van, without any sort of markings, make a turn down Baker St.. It reminded her of something, but what? Something somewhere in Fey's mind whispered remember, remember me, ever so faintly, but she still heard it. Fey's heart skipped a beat, could she finally be remembering? was the past returning? but try as she may, Fey couldn't get the voice to return, nor could she remember what the van reminded her of. Somewhere Fey heard a police siren in the nearby distance in both the city and her mind, what was happening?
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