It felt as though it was getting colder by the minute. Even for an October night it seems colder. So she pulls her light jacket tighter to her body to block out the cold. She didn't really come prepared. Then again she's never usually prepared. She had decided to come to Staten Island to, well, really to wander and she hadn't wanted to wander around her Staten Island, too much going on, after all, New York never sleeps. She thought maybe she'd try the past, things were different back then, maybe New York didn't change, at least now either, but Staten Island had to. So she gave it a shot, arbitrarily flipping through the years until she closed her eyes and picked. 1929 had been the winner. That was fine, she hadn't minded, she just made sure to stay away from the city centre. She may just be running around right now trying to stop Daleks. She smiles. That had been some time ago.
The park she is currently wandering around, she's no idea of the name of it, but it has to be close to a major motorway, she can hear the traffic, faintly as it drives on by but that's it. The wind rustles the leaves, some falling down around her feet. They're soggy from the rain that had passed through earlier in the evening. It smells like autumn and she loves it. That means winter is coming and it'll be her second year attempting to snowboard, she's rather excited. She needs to decide where to go, maybe Whistler? When she does eventually pass by a small wooden steak in the ground, she can faintly make out the park's name. The lights aren't very bright but she can see she's wandering around Wolfes Pond Park, she laughs to herself. Lovely. Spying a bench just a few meters from where she is, she decides to sit, tucking her thin jacket under her legs and smoothing down the front.
It's a pretty dress and she doesn't want to ruin it. There aren't a lot of dresses she has that can pass for several styles depending on the decade, and when she had found this one, she wanted to ensure she preserved it for as long as possible. Simple, that's how she liked it and it had been a perfect choice for the show she ended up seeing. Pure accident on the free admission part, she just walked and walked until she stumbled upon a small theatre and they offered her a ticket, first one in a list of shows and they wanted to promote it. It had been all right. The main actress had a very squeaky voice and didn't seem to suit the role of a downtrodden woman, she maintained too much of a bubbly exterior. And the chorus had been slightly off key…but hey, who is she to judge? They're most likely very happy that they are employed right now. Work is hard to come by, so anything will have to do.
When the show had finished, she slipped out a few minutes before, she wasn't sure what to do with herself, still even now she isn't sure. She hadn't wanted to go home, even now she doesn't want to return, she has nothing waiting for her so maybe that's why she's still lingering in 1929. It's only been a few days since she left UNIT, tired of the BS that ran rampant in that outfit. Only Kate made it bearable but she was often so busy with other divisions and things out of country that she was often left with Bill who she loathed. Kate and herself collaborated wonderfully and implemented some good changes but it hadn't been enough to keep her there. Kate had been heartbroken when she announced she would be leaving and did all in her power to convince her to stay. It had been the Ruby Jade incident that drove her decision. She didn't feel respected by Bill and that incident solidified it for her. She put in her resignation the next day. When Kate had inquired as to what she would do now, she jokingly replied that she'd freelance. She had only been half kidding of course, but sure enough Kate tapped her for resources the next day. So she went back as a consultant. Much to Bill's delight and her chagrin.
Even though she's in 1929, looking for a small reprieve from her busy and noisy life, she can't bare to leave her mobile behind, so she has it in her pocket. It doesn't go off, thankfully and so she decides to check her watch. It's after midnight here, local time which means back home it's after five in the morning. Maybe that's why she isn't tired. She gets up from the bench, nothing will be open at this hour anyway, so what's the point in wandering? She should just get home, that way she can ease herself into sleep, buy a coffee? She sighs and frowns. She could stay here for a bit and ponder her life now, she isn't worried about being alone in the streets, and she can more than handle herself. So she starts to walk through the park, wondering where she'll end up next. It's nice to get a break for once.
The sound of screeching tires makes her stop and listen to the surrounding woods; birds are disturbed by the noise and fly overhead. It almost sounds as though the noise is getting closer and the car, or whatever is actually in the park itself. She frowns and begins to head towards it. So much for a night off. She starts to run so she doesn't miss it, her cold breath is visible in front of her and she pauses in her stride. She doesn't think she has to worry about missing because it sounds as though it's coming towards her.
Indeed it is. She can see the headlamps from the car as it quickly closes the gap between them. The car is driving erratically and she wonders if the driver is drunk or on the lam from police. What if they're rumrunners? This city is surely crawling with them. The car is barreling towards her so quickly she barely has time to jump out of the way and into the bushes as she peers over top of them, she's just in time to see that the car is actually an obsolete limousine and the back door opens in a flourish. There are three men that she can see huddled around the door, they're in suits, that much she can tell but they shove a fourth man from the door and he lands with a hard crunch on the pavement, rolling a few times. He doesn't move. Rose gasps and pulls herself from the bushes rushing towards the man just as the three by the door of the limo snap it shut, but not before she hears their conversation.
'Careful ya big idiot! Ya nearly hit the skirt!'
'Oi! Stop!' Rose shouts to them but it's futile, the limo has peeled off down the park trail and disappears from sight. All that's left for her to hear is the screeching tires as they make their hasty getaway.
Forgetting for a moment the old style limo, she turns her attention to the man that had been tossed from the vehicle. He's groaning and moved on to his back. Rose rushes over to him. She drops to her knees and inspects him carefully. If she doesn't move quickly, he'll be dead. However there isn't much she can do for him here.
His wounds are grave. He's been hit so hard in the left eye that the blood vessels have broken, leaving the sclera a bright red and puffy from the swelling. She wonders if the orbital socket has been fractured, she can't tell.
However the eye has already turned a violent shade of purple and black. Without a knife on her she can't cut it to relieve the swelling, but it only gets worse for this poor bloke. He's suffered a deep slash from a knife to the right side of his face, and it's bleeding immensely. He's been stabbed in the abdomen as well, several times. Friction from his tumble from the limo has caused scraps all over the visible parts of his hands, under his arm, who knows how bad it is. Under the right eye the purple mark from being hit has been swelling each passing second. Rose swallows quickly and shrugs off her trench coat jacket, several attempts later the cheap fabric has been torn in two; at least she knows why it had been on sale. She holds one piece of the cloth to his face and the other to his stomach. She moves his hand to hold the fabric on his stomach and he groans from the effort. She notices that his knuckles have been bloodied, torn and bruised as well. She hopes he hasn't fractured anything in his hand…
Rose bites her lip and gingerly places her hand on his; at least he fought back, hopefully caused some damage to the other party. She really hopes he won't die in her care, but his breaths are so shallow that it makes it difficult to tell if it's because he's dying or he has sprained or broken ribs. Hopefully it's the latter.
He's coherent at least, it's a wonder he's survived this long. This poor man, what's happened to him? She needs to call someone to come out and grab him before he dies, she's not really doing anything substantial to save him and she sure as hell can't whisk him off to London in the future; he just may die from the shock. He startles her when he weakly grabs her bare arm and she jumps, her mind so wrapped up in planning what she ought to do that she didn't see it coming.
'You're…cold…' He manages weakly and Rose smiles. He has a slight Italian accent, the New York one covers the majority of it, but she's been around the globe enough now to pick up subtle things.
'Rather be cold than let you bleed out in front of me.'
'British, eh? What brings you to Staten Island?' He attempts light conversation but Rose can see the strain it puts on him. She can't have that. It'll drain him more; she can feel the fabric in her hands become wet from the blood.
'Tell you what, you get better and I'll let you know. For now, don't talk, you'll waste your air,' Rose informs him and he eyes her as if he thinks it's funny a woman is telling him what to do but that he enjoys it. 'My name is Rose.'
He doesn't answer her. She's not even sure he heard her as he has his eyes closed and she worries he's died. She frowns and decides to see if he has a wallet on him so that she can identify him to police when she calls them. He's a nice dresser, the suit looks expensive and she reaches into his inner jacket to look for his wallet and she manages to secure it, fishing it out, she uses her thumb to flip it open. She barely has time to make out the name Salvatore before he grips her hand and she jumps.
'What are you…?' He begins and Rose presses her finger to his lip to silence him.
'I was just trying to see who you are, so I can tell them when I call for them.' Rose explains and he manages a weak smile.
'They already know me.' He replies and Rose feels herself smirking at his response. She rather likes him.
'Oh do they now?' Rose questions and shifts so she's sitting on her side, getting more comfortable and pressing her hand gently against the bloody cut to his face. It could scar very badly, hell she hadn't seen it actually runs up the side and onto his eye. Who in the hell did he piss off? 'Well Salvatore…'
'Charles, or Charlie, if you'd like.' He informs her and Rose nods her head at him, she can see he's giving her a thorough once over as well.
'Okay Charlie, I won't ask how this happened, but I need to call the them you know so the them can help you. I'll not have you die on my watch.' Rose informs him and he weakly shrugs from indifference, he rather likes the way her accent pronounces his name. She eyes him and reaches into the front of her dress, pulling out her mobile and Charlie frowns.
'Interesting spot to put that, whatever it is.' Charlie remarks and Rose shrugs her shoulders. He grits his teeth from the pain and Rose shifts his hand out of the way to look at the stab wounds and she quickly dials the number and places the mobile on her shoulder and brings it to her ear.
'I forgot a purse.' She replies simply and waits for someone one to pick up. She bites her lip and moves his shirt out of the way. She widens her eyes and glances up to him. He doesn't seem worried by her concern. His eye has gotten worse as the minutes tick by.
'Did you?' He wonders and groans slightly. 'How bad is it?'
'You're extremely lucky, it's a surprise you haven't bled out yet.' Rose comments and grows annoyed that no one has answered; she doesn't give up and allows it to continue to ring. She tries dabbing gently but it seems to aggravate him further and so she stops.
'That's funny, that's my nickname.'
'What is?' Rose questions and Charlie smiles at her confidently. It's funny she has no idea who he is. That's rather refreshing. How many citizens on the streets of New York would stop to help him?
'Lucky.'
Rose doesn't have time to answer him because someone has finally answered the phone and she sighs in relief. 'Yeah, hello yourself. What the hell are you doing, sleeping on the job? I don't care that it's after midnight, crime never sleeps,' Rose looks down when Charlie laughs with trouble. 'Talk all you want I have an emergency here. I'm on Staten Island, a man has been stabbed. Of course I'm serious, he was thrown from a car! How the hell should I know? What am I doing out so late? Excuse you, that's none of your business. Are you gonna get your lazy…I'm at Wolfes Pond Park. Wow, thank you for doing your job. Whatever. South side of the park. Try and show some haste, yeah? Because if he dies I'll raise hell and have your job.' It's hard to hang up angrily on a mobile, price for progress, she supposes.
'So…' Charlie begins and winces. Rose presses the fabric back to his stomach when she notices that it begins to bleed once more.
'Bloody useless, are all cops in New York this useless?' Rose wonders exasperated and slips the mobile back into the front of her dress. She releases her hand from his face and leans in closer to inspect it. She feels terrible for him.
'They probably wouldn't be if they saw a dame like you in distress.' Charlie remarks and Rose stares at him with a stunned expression before it melts away into a sideways smile. She carefully places the ruins of her jacket on the side of his face and tucks a stray curl behind her ear.
'Just what are you insinuating? That I'm a damsel in distress…?' Rose begins and Charlie shakes his head.
'No, not at all. There's something different about you…' Charlie decides and Rose feels her cheeks reddening. Charlie really studies her when she turns over shoulder at the sound of the wind causing the trees to creak. However she turns back to him rather quickly and in the dull light of the streetlamps he can see the redness to her nose and cheeks. 'I know you're cold.'
'I'll live…' Rose responds and double checks the stab wounds to his abdomen, moving the jacket off of him and folding it a different way so that the cleaner parts are lying against the wounds. He's getting pale…where the hell are those useless cops, anyway? 'You're not looking so good, Charlie, come on, stay with me. Talk to me…'
'Were you a field nurse?' Charlie attempts to converse with her once more and Rose frowns at him, not understanding his words. She repeats the actions on the fabric that covers the slash on his face. She moves his hand back to hold the fabric on his stomach and covers his hand with her own.
'A field nurse?' Rose repeats and draws her legs under her and begins to dread the fact that he could possibly die. She really, really hopes someone will come soon.
'Yes, a field nurse, you know, in the War?' Charlie eyes her and Rose blinks the surprise from her face and smiles at him.
'What makes you think I'm a nurse?'
'Because you're gentle and kind. And very knowledgeable, this…gore doesn't bother you. ' Charlie informs her simply and Rose glances to her hands and frowns. She's just doing what she thinks is right, treating a wound gently is better than aggravating it, it'll do more harm than good. Rose shakes her head at him quickly. And she knows the basics about how to take care of someone that's been injured as he has, it's rudimentary, though, he needs proper care.
'No, bit before my time, the war.' Rose remarks and Charlie grins at her. Rose takes that as a promising sign that he's coherent still. She feels her mobile vibrating and she sighs. That'll most likely be Kate, ringing her once again in an attempt to woo her back to UNIT. It stops. And goes off again. Stop. Start. Stop.
'The war was before your time?' Charlie wonders and Rose nods her head. She nearly tosses her mobile when it rings again. 'Something in that sentence doesn't add up, doll.'
'I am not going to tell you how old I am, Charlie,' Rose answers with a smile and checks her watch. Ten minutes have passed since she rang the police. Useless still. 'I have to have a bit of mystery to surround myself with.'
'That won't be hard for you, you're very strange.' Charlie agrees and exhales, now the pain is setting in, moving anything is a chore.
'Am I now? I never thought myself a mystery or strange. I have always thought of myself as not easy to define. That I have a wandering mind and that I'm not anything that you think I am.' Rose answers with a firm tone. And yet, she could have easily told him something else. However he had this quality about him that made her want to be truthful.
After all she introduced herself as Rose. She hasn't gone by Rose since she left the parallel world. However she has no idea if Charlie actually heard her when she told him her name.
Charlie manages a strained laugh. 'I believe it. Every word you just said. But what I meant was that it's strange a dame wandering around a park alone at night. Aren't you worried?' He stops trying to sit up when she presses her free arm against his shoulder to stop him from attempting further.
'Worried about what?' Rose wonders seriously and closes her eyes as the mobile starts ringing. She's going to throttle Kate when she gets back. Charlie manages to point to their surroundings.
'A lot can happen to a pretty girl like you who's wandering around aimlessly in a park.' Charlie replies seriously and Rose smiles at him. She's actually rather touched that he's showing concern for her well-being. That had also been awhile since someone cared, of course she's more than capable of holding her own. She grows concerned when her fingers become wet again from the blood and he pales further.
'Don't worry, I can handle myself.' Rose answers with a smirk and Charlie matches hers. He covers her hand with his own and she feels the heat creep into her cheeks. His dark eyes hold hers expertly.
'Of that I have no doubt,' Charlie agrees and grits his teeth once more. Rose lets her hand drop off the slash on his face and reaches down to the bottom of her dress. Charlie manages to watch and he frowns. 'What are you…no, no don't…'
Rose manages to tear off a small piece of the hem of her dress and begins to dab the sweat from the shock he's in off his forehead. She simply shrugs. 'There will be others.' Her reply is simple and Charlie feels terrible that she's had to ruin her coat, now she's left in the cold and he's causing her to ruin her dress.
'If I make it out of this…'
'When you make it out of this.' Rose cuts him off and he nods his head absently. He winces when she presses her hand against his face. That one is quickly becoming worse than the stab wounds in his abdomen. How does that work?
'I'd like to make up this inconvenience to you.' Charlie informs her and Rose feels herself staring at him in shock. She opens and closes her mouth several times in an attempt to offer a response and she has nothing to say.
'I…have no words. I'm not easily shocked, Charlie, and you've done just that,' Rose answers truthfully and Charlie offers a smile. The vibrating starts again. Charlie closes his eyes and Rose reaches for her mobile so she can shut Kate up. 'Charlie, come on, you gotta stay with me. Please, come on.'
'I'm listening…' He answers quietly and Rose turns over her shoulder to see if some help is on the way. She doesn't know if she'd be able to carry him to find help without putting him at further risk to bleed out.
'Good, excuse me, for a moment, I'm just gonna take this.' Rose sighs and Charlie nods his head weakly. Rose gives his arm a tight squeeze willing him through this. She can't imagine the pain he's in and very nearly contemplates popping back to London to grab him something in the interim, however she doesn't want to leave him alone.
'Do whatever you want, doll.'
'Kate…hello, wanna give me a damn good reason you're ringing me this early in the morning?' Rose presses her lips together and switches hands out, reaching for the tattered dress hem to gently dab the sweat off Charlie's forehead. She isn't paying attention to the stare Charlie's giving her. 'It's after six in the morning. Huh, that's still not reason enough to ring me. I am rather busy, yes; my hands are full right now. I'll drop by when I feel like it; you want my services, that's fine. It is, but I'm not a consultant at six in the bloody morning. Yes, they are different. They are. In that case I'll charge double. I've had experience dealing with them yes, and I'll come see you when I'm ready. Word of advice if you do decide to poke the bear, don't antagonise them, they get a little…violent. And seriously, don't ring me again, yeah? Good.'
'Rough day?' Charlie murmurs and Rose deposits the phone back into the front of her dress. Rose glances down to Charlie and smiles half-heartedly.
'You don't even know the half of it,' Rose inhales deeply and sighs. She turns over her shoulder when she begins to hear the faint sound of sirens Rose breathes a sigh of relief next. 'Well look at that, finally.'
'The entire force is somewhat of a joke.' Charlie responds and Rose laughs softly. He rather likes the sound of her laugh. And she does have one of the prettiest smiles he's seen, it's a shame they won't see one another after tonight. She'll probably head home to England and he'll stay bound to New York. He desperately wants to keep in touch with her.
'I can see that. I'm so sorry you've had to wait so long, Charlie, I can't imagine how much pain you're in…'
'Company hasn't been so bad,' Charlie answers and she smiles at him. 'I'm sorry you've had to ruin a coat and a dress.'
'Don't worry about it, I'm not even slightly mad.' Rose insists and she can see the relief pass across his eyes.
A police car comes to a screeching halt in front of them. The headlights are so bright that Rose covers her face with her free hand when she turns over. The car doors open and two men get out on either side. They begin to approach her and Rose can see the sleep that still clings to them heavily. Their uniforms are wrinkled and they slowly yawn. Rose arches her eyebrow as an archaic ambulance arrives next.
'You the skirt that called in the stabbing?' A man with a New Jersey accent, burly exterior, a mess of untamed black hair and tired blue eyes inquires. He seems dismissive of the entire ordeal and annoyed that someone had dared call him out to do his job. She also doesn't take kindly to being referred to as a skirt, so she decides to end that before it gets out of hand.
'I am the woman that called in an attempted murder, yes.' Rose clarifies and the ambulance operators exit and skulk towards them. Rose turns back to Charlie and he's grinning ear to ear at her.
'You tell 'em, doll.'
'Whatever it is, whoever you are, where's the victim?' The man demands and Rose moves herself to kneel by Charlie's head. She doesn't let pressure off of the slash across his face and she leans forward to ensure he's keeping adequate pressure on the stab wounds.
The second man, slightly younger than the first officer approaches Rose carefully. He looks Irish, neatly kept hair and while he appears to be just as tired, he seems to take a bit more interest in her victim. Except when he notices who exactly has been stabbed he scoffs and elbows his captain in the side, pointing to Charlie. Rose frowns.
'Huh, I'm sorry you saved his life, miss, you should have left him there to die,' The man does have a pronounced Dublin accent. Rose gapes at him while Charlie starts to laugh bitterly. The Irish cop turns to the Jersey accented one. 'We should have driven slower.'
'Excuse me?!' Rose cries and the ambulance men have gathered to stand beside the police. No one makes an attempt to come close to her. It's like she's treating someone that's deathly ill and they don't want to catch what he has.
'And who have you managed to piss off this time, eh, Charles?' The Irish cop inquires and Charlie glares at him. He grits his teeth as he attempts to answer him.
'You should know. Ask your pal Marino.'
'Don't go besmirching the good name of the police, Charles. Who are they going to believe, anyway, if you bring up those accusations, eh?' The man with the Jersey accent wonders. Charlie angrily directs his gaze to the sky knowing he had a very good point. Rose decides to intervene.
'Your job as of right now is to get this man some medical attention, and investigate this crime!'
'I don't take orders from no skirt,' The Jersey cop informs her and Rose very nearly gets to her feet to make her point known. They have no right denying Charlie help because he, to them, seems to be a less than reputable character. Even if that's true it doesn't matter to her. 'Besides, Charles, you don't remember who attacked you, isn't that right?'
Rose lowers her gaze to Charlie in shock as he remains quiet and Rose wonders if he really did know them. She presses her lips together and tilts her head. 'Charlie…is that true?'
'I'm sorry, Rose…' Charlie replies and Rose closes her eyes. It doesn't matter, he still needs help, or he'll die. From the way it sounds it's almost like the police had a hand in this attack on him and now they're blackmailing him! Or they were paid to turn a blind eye to those that did attack him. That just makes her feel sick. It's lawlessness here.
'Whatever happened, it still doesn't mean you get to deny him care. Do your bloody jobs or as I said on the phone, I'll have each and every one of your jobs.' Rose informs them and the four men exchange looks before the ambulance operators reluctantly walk towards Charlie and Rose exhales from her victory.
She's immensely annoyed with the lot of them. They slowly bring Charlie to his feet and Rose stands with them, keeping her hand on his face as he gives her an appreciative smile. It soon dissolves into pain as he grits his teeth and Rose can see the dark path of blood on the jacket appear and she bites her lip. He exhales quickly from the pain and then inhales sharply.
'Thank you…' Charlie manages and Rose lets her hand drop from his face and the torn jacket hangs limply in her hand. The antiquated paramedics are rough with him and she can't stand it.
'For the love of god would you please be careful with him?' Rose questions desperately and the paramedics stare at her before they start towards the ambulance. 'Oh, and tell whatever doctor treats him to check for a concussion, broken or sprained ribs and…' She pauses when she finds the four men are staring deeply at her as if she isn't supposed to have that knowledge. 'What?'
The paramedics walk by her and she widens her eyes when she notices the blood on the back of his shirt, the holes there that reveal more stab wounds to his back. She glances down to the ground he had been lying on and can see the dark patch there.
'How do you know what we need to be doing?' One paramedic stops and Rose is shaken from her shock about the wounds Charlie had been hiding.
'I was a field nurse,' Rose lies and Charlie begins to laugh at her fib, she suppresses the urge to laugh with him. She carefully approaches one of the cops, the Irish one hoping they'd have a tiny connection given where they're both from. 'Do you have a pen and paper?'
The Irish cop begins to fish around for his notepad and pen. When he retrieves the pen he hands it to Rose and then fishes out his pad from his pocket. Rose smiles at him and begins to hastily write down the symptoms of a concussion for Charlie, just in case they don't tell the doctor, and tears the paper off passing the pad and pen back to the cop who deposits them, he eyes the Jersey accented cop and shrugs when he receives a dirty look from him. The Irish cop looks at the ink pen she'd just return to him, sticky with blood and he wipes it on his pants, making an unimpressed face.
Rose trots to where the paramedics have Charlie sitting on the open tail of the car as they attempt to find gauze to bandage him up. He has the one eye that isn't swollen shut closed but when he hears the click of her heels he opens the good one and frowns.
'Rose?'
'Take this,' She whispers to him and Charlie reaches out his free hand, opening it and giving it a quick read. He frowns up at her. 'If you start to feel any one of those go back to the doctor, please don't ignore them.'
Charlie deposits the slip of paper into his pocket and Rose peers to the side of his face and inspects the slash. It'll scar for sure. 'I will, thank you…'
'You're very welcome, Charlie.'
He's tapped on the shoulder and Charlie turns around to nod at the paramedics. They lift him back up to sit inside the ambulance and Rose smiles at him. 'Think about my offer, eh?'
'I'll think about it, Charlie…' Rose answers truthfully and he smiles at her before the door is shut and he's driven off from her sight. Rose turns to the cops as they pile back into the car and the Irish one leans over to her.
'You need a ride, miss? We'll give you one.' He offers and the Jersey cop angrily nudges him in the side.
'Hardly, I don't trust you. I'll find my own way home, thanks.'
'You're the one running the risk.' The Jersey accented cop informs her haughtily and Rose folds her arms at him.
'I'm okay with that.' Rose responds simply and starts to walk off, attempting to find a decent place to make the jump back to present day London. She needs a shower and a bed, her hands still caked and sticky with Charlie's blood.
The cops linger until she disappears from their sight and the Irish cop turns over to the New Jersey one. 'What do you think? Is she a moll? You think she's his moll?'
'If she ain't one now she'll be one yet, you mark my words, Colin. She will be.' The New Jersey cop surmises and begins to reverse their car, swinging it left and it spins around forward.
'That's a shame if she is, it'll bring nothing but trouble for her.' Colin sighs and they head on back to their headquarters on Staten Island. Maybe now they can get some sleep.
He wonders if they'll be seeing more of the blonde girl in the future. Hopefully if they do she'll have smartened up and done something more productive with her life instead of hanging around lowlifes.
