fandom_clinic | Alanna Trebond - Clinic Hours

After closing up The Haven, George walks to the Clinic. She walks through the doors and approaches the front desk warily. "Hey. Alanna, right?"

Alanna sat up. "One and only. And hopefully you're George?" Alanna tried not to twitch at the name.

George nods. "That's me. You wanted to talk to me about something?"

Alanna gestured to one of the many empty chairs. "Sit? Yeah. Last Thursday, you ran into Marty and Kitty Pryde in town. Can you tell me about that evening. I don't mean to pry or be annoying, but Kitty is missing and I have so questions I'm not getting answers to."

George ignores the invitation to sit, her lip curling. "Oh, so you people have finally noticed?" Her voice drips with scorn. "Just now, four loooong days later, you realize that Kitty is gone."

Alanna peered at George. "One, that's exactly what I said last night. Two, if you knew, why didn't you inform anyone? And three, well, it's FH, students disappear all the time. Now, Thursday. Can I get your view?" I like her.

George shrugs. "My -- involvement in what happened Thursday night was technically non-involvement. Or tertiary at best." She crossed her arms. "When I ran into Kitty on Thursday evening, she was with Rory. She introduced herself to me just before Rory's boyfriend arrived." She pauses, thinking a moment. "I think his name's Logan. Anyway, we parted ways at that point. The next time I see Kitty, she's already been dead for well over five minutes."

Alanna stared. And stared some more. "Where did you see h-her body? And do you know anything about what happened to her and her body?"

George shook her head, oblivious to Alanna's alarm. "No, there was no body anywhere around that I could see. When I found her, she was standing in an alley in Fandom Town, looking very confused. I asked her what happened, how she'd died, and she said she couldn't remember." She frowned. "She said she thought Marty had been there, but there was no one. I mean--" She broke off, shaking her head again. "Look, I usually work murders, accidents, and suicides; outside influences. There's normally, you know, blood and stuff. But there wasn't even any sign of a struggle. She was just --" She made a vague gesture. "Dead for no apparent reason."

Alanna stared. And then asked very slowly. "You work with Death? That's what you mean, right? And if the answer is yes, can you talk to Kitty again? And are you 100 percent sure she is dead?" Alanna paused for a minute. "Marty? That's...interesting. Did she say that he killed her?"

"Sort of," George replied bleakly. "We, uh, call ourselves reapers. I died just a couple years ago, myself. That's when I found out my new purpose." She rubbed the upper parts of her arms absently, feeling a bit chilly for some reason. "And yes, Kitty's physical body is dead. As far as I know, there's no way to get into contact with her. I, uh, helped her find her place -- her afterlife, I guess I should say. I've never seen someone come back, but this is Fandom; weirder things have happened." She looks a little appalled at the idea of Marty being responsible for Kitty's dead. "God, no," she says adamantly. "She didn't implicate Marty at all. I mean, there's no way in hell..."

Alanna stared for a long minute. Then, she jump started her brain back to life. "Okay, I agree with you on the last one, but I need to hear exactly what she said, as much as you can remember." She grabbed a notebook and got ready to write. "No detail is unimportant. Tell me where you saw her, about what time it was, what she looked like, and what she said."

George furrowed her brow as she thought. "Like I said, I found her standing in an alley, well off the street. She looked fine, other than the part about being dead. She was confused, didn't realize what had happened to her, and it was a little difficult explaining things, without a body to show her." Her lip turned up at one corner. "She thought I was kidding around with her; I wish I had been." She looked at her feet. "She only mentioned that she thought Marty had been there just before, but there wasn't anyone or anything else around but us two. That thing that was with her that night, her pet? It wasn't there, either."

Alanna glanced at her notes and said in a very calm voice. "Okay, okay." She took a deep breath. "Fill in the wholes for me, which ally? And do you remember her exact words? Maybe I'll catch something. And we found her dragon." She let out a long breath and did her best not to add a few curse words.

George pulled out Kitty's post-it. "I had trouble finding the place because the address was screwy -- probably because she died in that same alley -- but if you have a map, I think I can figure it out." She sighed. "As far as her exact words? She said, 'I don't know what happened. I think Marty was here.' That was the only part where we discussed her death. I didn't witness it, personally. I'm kicking myself now, for letting her go by herself." She shook her head and looked at her feet. "I should've been there."

Alanna sighed. "George, you can't change the past, you don't know what could have happened if you were there." She glances at the post it. "Wonderful. May I keep this?" She took a deep breath. "And am I allowed to explain how I know she's dead?"

George shrugs, handing Alanna the Post-It. "Yeah, it's no secret what I am, what I do. I'm just sorry I can't be of more help." She takes a breath, looking Alanna directly in the eye. "I want to know what happened. If there's anything you need me to do, I'll do it."

Alanna skimmed the Post-It and taped it to her notes. "I would love it if you could contact the dead. Or read people's minds. But I don't think I'm lucky enough for either of those. I wish I was looking for a missing person, and not a murderer. And I want you to promise me you won't go pocking around anywhere that might get you er, re-killed."

George smiles unpleasantly. "I don't know if I can make that sort of promise, but I'll try not to get myself into any sort of trouble." She looks at her watch. "Well. I've got a television up in my dorm room calling my name. I'll see you around, I guess." She waves half-heartedly and turns to go.

"Take care." Alanna says softly and begins making phone calls.

Alanna Trebond - Clinic Hours - Monday 10/31

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