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Aaaand probably she should've gotten up and done this a while ago, but now there's a Slack sliding down the bannister, backpack full of granola, leather jacket on, wounds patched up.

She stops at Bar, orders her usual packet of painkiller, offers her condolences on the breakup (because she knows how these things can be, she does), and gets to leaving a customary note, reading

Hey,

Gone off to do my thing in the wasteland. There are hungry settlements, plagued groups being surrounded by mindless undead, and old shoe stores that haven't been pillaged yet -- catch you all in a coupla days!

- Slack
for Sir Apropos, Sheila & Ash & Jay Williams, Random of Amber & Ramon Salazar and the blanket 'anyone who cares,' then steps out the door.

Prince Edward Islands in a Land Without Central Heating.

It's cold.