Kitty had gone to the post office, occasionally a friend of hers in america would forward her some fan mail that still came her way on a blue moon, and it always brought a huge smile to her face. She was going to head home with a smile on her face when she saw something that made her blood run cold. At the station stood a figure that she thought was buried in her past. Old feelings of anger and shame welled up and her face contorted into one of misery at just the sight of him. It couldn't be that he was working there, they had a fantastic priest.

Still, she had to find out what was going on so she marched up to him.

"What in tarnation are YOU doing here!? I thought you'd crawled into some hole like yer kind always do." It was a bit harsh but she was freed from the place completely and felt she could speak freely. She had tried to be kind to him, maybe liked to mess with him, but she had wanted to try so hard. He made her feel like a failure and worse, an embarrassment. She was glad he was gone and his face was one of the last ones she wanted to see. It was so hard to resist punching him.