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[running_fromthe_past]

With the 'team' gone, it was eerily quiet. There isn't the usual patter of feet around the house or handful of voices. To cope with that, Anna has turned the music on loud. She doesn't like this feeling of being completely alone. It's too achingly familiar. Even her cats aren't here. She's been too nervous about bringing them here. Too many strange people, too much risk. It's one thing to put herself in danger it's another to put her cats in that situation.

She ends up bringing her canvases and paint downstairs to the living room. Lex had asked her to paint something for his partner and she's been working on trying to put together the perfect piece. She'd started and re-started several times but she was finally finishing up and feeling good about it. light and shadows. Shadows came far more easily though.