The days passed by in a blur. She picked up more shifts at her job to fill her sudden free time. She hardly had time to herself.
It was one of those rare moments when she had a (forced) day off and was visited by none other than Hanji. She practically barged into her apartment with aplastic bag.
"Yoo-hoo!" Hanji twirled the spare key around her finger as Kagome gaped at her from the couch.
"Where they hell did you get that key?"
Hanji grinned, "From atop your doorway, silly!" Hanji threw herself on the couch beside Kagome, "Heard you've been working yourself half to death."
"Yeah," Kagome mumbled.
Hanji threw a small tub of ice cream at Kagome, "What happened to the kid?"
"Petra fired me," Kagome seethed glaring fiercely at the innocent ice cream in her hand.
"Whaaaat? Weird, you guys do seem like you had a falling out," Hanji said, "What the hell happened?"
"Even if I told you, I doubt you would believe me," Kagome slumped her shoulders.
"Try me," the scientist leaned forward, her glasses giving off a glint that made Kagome feel uneasy, but her uneasy feeling was quickly overcome by anger.
And she told Hanji everything.