They came through the window in HQ and were outside the door when I tried to leave. It didn't feel careless, I'd never had them come through windows that high up before. HQ should have been safe.

[ She sighs, shaking her head. Directed shadows are a lot worse than the ones who wander around aimlessly looking for the source of "love" that set them off in the first place. ]

But thanks. He'd probably be the only one who would know the types of memories that wouldn't involve me nearly having a breakdown or having to deal with weird.. emotional crap. Or something embarrassing. At least if it's him, I can smack him afterward.