The next day. Tamsin wakes up first. She notices that her arms are around Bo and quickly moves away, finding and putting on her walks over to the house remains to the door, she touches it and it falls back, revealing their shoes and phones in the entrance, the only thing left standing from the wreckage. Grabbing the items, she walks back over to the area where Bo is still resting. Sitting down, she checks her phone. "Let's see. Work, work, work again, guy with six-pack, guy with eight-pack, guy totally packing…hmm…yadda yadda yadda…Dyson…The Morrigan," she says, breathing deeply in annoyance with the last name.

"What about The Morrigan?" says Bo, waking, stretching.

"Um, nothing, just checking my phone."

Bo sits up, wrapping the sheet around her. "And guys with packs?"

"Girl needs options." Tamsin looks over to Bo, who is still fumbling around with the sheet, with a raised eyebrow. "Are we feeling a certain kind of way?"

"Hardly." Bo puts her hand over her eyes as to shade from the sun rays. "Where did the sun come from because the last time I remembered, there was no sun, at least not as bright." She looks at Tamsin. "And what time is it?" Tamsin tosses Bo her phone. Bo looks at the time and date. "That can't be right."

"I'm afraid so," responds Tamsin.

Bo starts scrolling through her phone. "Kenzi is going to kill me. Damn, I didn't expect all of these. Kenzi must have worried everyone." She stops, reading something. "Hmm…didn't expect to see that."

"See what?" says Tamsin, in a humor me tone.

"Nothing. It's just a message from Lauren."

"What, you two decide to get back together now?" says Tamsin, still going through her phone.

"As much as I would like that to be true, everything speaks otherwise. Anyway," says Bo, with a sigh. "She was just concerned." Tamsin shrugs, continuing with her phone. "This isn't bothering you, is it? For me to talk about Lauren?"

"You're not seriously asking me that right?" says Tamsin, sending text messages now, while doing this in-your-wildest-dreams look.

"Hey, I'm just making sure. Sex can complicate things for some people."

"Um bitch I'm a Valkyrie." Tamsin stands up. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," says Bo. Tamsin stretches her arm out for Bo to grab hold of to get up. Bo takes the offer. "Thanks." When their eyes finally connect, Tamsin steps back a little. "What's the matter? Do I have something on my face?" asks Bo, eyes glowing blue. Tamsin still looks with apprehension. "Okay, now you're freaking me out. You're acting like you've seen a ghost or something."

"Are you hungry or something?" asks Tamsin.

"I guess seeing as it's been quite some time since my last meal."

"No, the other hungry?"

"What kind of question is that? You're acting so weird." Bo walks off in search of her bra.

"I just want to know if you're feeling okay," says Tamsin.

"I feel fine. What's with all the questions and concerns anyway? It's not like you."

"Fuck it. You're right. Forget I ever mentioned anything," responds Tamsin.

"Now that's more like it." Bo puts her bra on and wraps the sheet around herself like a long skirt. "I could really use some clothes right now."

"Well, you still have your boots," says Tamsin, tossing them to Bo. "Not the best fashion statement, but not the worst."

"Thanks," says Bo, putting them on. "How can it not be the worst?"

"Well, you could have been completely naked. With boots."

"I guess when you put it that way." Bo finds her dagger and sticks it in one of her boots.

"C'mon Puss in Boots, let's find the truck."

They drive silently until they see a clothes line in a yard. Tamsin parks the car. "Wait right here," she says, stepping out of the car. Tamsin sneaks into the yard. She walks over to the clothes line and frowns at the options. Out of nowhere a dog runs up to her, barking aggressively. "Hey, calm down boy." The dog barks louder.

"Who's back there?!" yells someone.

"I didn't want to have to do this to you," she says, to the dog. Her face transforms. The dog stops barking and begins whimpering as it reclines down on it legs. She snatches the clothes off the line and return to the car before the dog's owner reaches the backyard.

"Here," says Tamsin, tossing Bo a dress.

"What is this?" asks Bo, repulsed. The dress is long and dark with pink and fuchsia flowers embroidered all over it. "This dress looks like someone died in it or should have."

"It was the only other decent thing over there," says Tamsin, taking a knife out of her glove compartment.

Bo, who tries to open her door, ends up breaking the door handle. "Oops," she says, with an innocent look of a child.

"Did you just break my door?" asks Tamsin, with a look.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I'll replace it."

"Whatever fine. Guess I'll just open the door then." Tamsin walks over to the passenger side and opens the door. Bo steps out still disturbed by the dress.

"I can't believe that you called this decent," says Bo, stretching the dress out, analyzing it.

"If you want to walk around with what you have on, be my guest." Tamsin cuts the trousers into shorts and slides them on.

"Why do I have to wear this?" pouts Bo. "How come you can't wear it?"

"Because I'm the one who went out and got them so I get to have first choice. Besides, I wouldn't be caught dead in that thing."

"Yeah uh huh exactly." Bo slips on the unfitting flowery dress that makes her look like she's wearing a sack. "I look all frumpy." She tears a piece of the sheet and creates a belt around herself. A gunshot sounds. "Did you hear that?" asks Bo. It happens again. "Is someone shooting at us?"

Tamsin looks over and sees an old man standing by the clothes line holding a rifle. "Yeah, he's probably pissed about the dog." She puts on a men's white button down shirt, jumping in the vehicle before fastening it. "Hurry and get in." Bo hops in the car and Tamsin drives off.

Bo checks her phone and sees that it has powered off. "This day just keeps getting better."

"What?" asks Tamsin, her attention to the road.

"Nothing, my phone just died."

"Oh. Do you want to use mine?" asks Tamsin.

"No, that's okay." She tries to put her phone away when it breaks in her hand like a piece of glass. "What the hell?"

"Guess you'll be needing a new one anyway," says Tamsin.

"Looks like," says Bo, throwing the remains out. The car grows silent again. The silence is creating tenseness in the air. "You got any music?"

Tamsin turns the radio on. Some song plays in the background that is about how much greater sex is with someone that you shouldn't be having it with, that makes them feel awkward. Tamsin changes the station. Then a slow song is playing that is about not being able to be friends anymore because of sex. "Can't find any good stations these days. I'll just turn it off.

"Yeah," says Bo, nodding.

Tamsin clears her throat. "I guess I owe you."

"For what?" asks Bo, confused. "I didn't do anything."

"You did. You prevented me from being crushed alive by a house. So I owe you one."

"Oh that. It was nothing. Anybody would have done the same," says Bo.

"No they wouldn't have. Not for me anyway. So, I owe you one."

"Tamsin, you don't owe me anything, really. If anything, I should be telling you thanks for getting me out of the house. Though I was insanely drunk, attacked by an angry mob, stabbed, had a The War of the Roses with you, which just so you, I took it easy on you." Tamsin does this yeah-sure-you-did look. "I was almost killed, purposely avoiding any talk about my recovery process, and shot at. And with all of that, I admit that I do feel a lot better than I did. So thank you."

"You're welcome I think. Still, if it's all the same to you, I like to repay my debts. So I owe you a favor. Understood?"

"Okay since you're so persistent."Quiet again. Bo starts being all jittery, like she's impatiently waiting for something.

"Feeling okay over there?" asks Tamsin, noticing.

"I would have to say yeah. No better than okay. Actually good. No great," says Bo.

Tamsin gives Bo a quizzical look. "Are you still drunk?"

Bo laughs. "No. I just feel like…I don't know. It's hard to explain. Like I'm high or something, but in a good way." Tamsin gives her a that-explains-it look. "Like super hero high. Yeah, like that." Bo pauses like she's got a great idea. "Hey, you know what, pull over," says Bo. Tamsin looks at her oddly. "I'm serious. Pull over."

"If you say so." Tamsin pulls over, takes the keys out of the ignition and gets out, walking over to Bo's door, opening it. "What's going on?" she asks.

Bo steps out of the truck. "I don't know, but I feel like walking home."

"Walking home, to your house, from here? You have got to be shitting me."

"I have so much energy, and it's a nice day." Bo starts walking.

Tamsin thinks about Acacia when she decided to walk and how that turned out for her. She grabs Bo by the arm. "No wait." Bo looks at Tamsin's arm on hers and then at Tamsin. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to walk home."

"Why not?" asks Bo, frowning.

"Look, at least let me take you part of the way, out of Dark territory."

"I'd rather walk," says Bo. She starts walking again.

"Damn it Bo. Why can't you just listen to me? Just let me take you most of the way. Okay," says Tamsin, appearing as if saying that rips the flesh from her body.

Bo stops walking and turns around. "Geez Tamsin, if it means that much to you fine," she says, walking back. "You're acting so strange." She gets back in the car.

The car ride returns to mute.

"So what was that back there?" asks Bo. Tamsin continues to focus on the road. "You acting all concerned, freaking out because I wanted to walk? What's the big deal anyway?"

"It's nothing."

"Is there something you're not telling me?" asks Bo.

"Why can't you just let things be what they are? Why does there have to be a reason for everything?"

"Because it's you Tamsin. Not only that, but your reaction back there, you acted like I was going to get kidnapped or something."

"Can we just drop it?" says Tamsin, frustrated.

"Fine. Just drop me off at the nearest Light land so that I can be on my way."

"Fine."

"Double Fine," says Bo, folding her arms.

As soon as Bo walks through the door, Kenzi's voice stops her in her tracks. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick." Bo closes the door. When Kenzi sees Bo, she jumps back. "Holy fucking hell! Are you the regular Bo, or the cray Bo?"

"Kenzi what are you talking about?" asks Bo.

"Well aside from your appearance, you look like you're about to chi face me to death," says Kenzi. "Your eyes Bo. They're in glow in the dark mode, which means you're either about to fight, feed, freak, act cray, or all of thee above, which I don't want any part of."

"Oh, I haven't noticed."

"I guess not. I mean look at you. What the hell happened to you anyway? You been running from the po-po?" asks Kenzi. She walks over to Bo, looking at her attire appalled. "Wait, don't even answer that question, what is that?" she says, pointing at the dress.

"Miss you too Kenzi," says Bo, walking to the kitchen. She looks in a pizza box, takes out a slice, smelling it before eating it. Nodding her head from the taste.

"No seriously, where did you get that dress?" asks Kenzi, her hand over her mouth.

"From someone's yard."

"Visibly so," responds Kenzi. Bo is on her second slice of pizza. "Eat much?"

"I'm so hungry I could eat a horse." She takes out a bottle of water and gulps it all the way down.

"Dang girl," says Kenzi, watching Bo. "Did you kill someone? Because you are really channeling the look of serial killer."

"No I haven't killed anyone Kenzi."

"I'm just saying because we can take care of it. Whatever you're going through okay hun? I just got one question. You are the real Bo right?"

"Of course."

"Tell me something that only you would know."

Bo eats another slice of pizza. "You don't like green peppers on your pizza," she says, with food in her mouth.

"The delivery hottie could have told you that."

"Kenzi, this pizza is old and stale, and if I wasn't so hungry, I wouldn't be eating it. You probably ordered it yesterday. How could I have talked with him?"

"You could be a Kitsune, open your mouth. Let me see your teeth." Kenzi jumps on Bo. "Open up."

"Alright alright." Bo opens her mouth. "Okay, happy now?"

"No, I was actually attacking this dress."

"Are you going to get off of me?" asks Bo.

"No, you're not off the hook that easily. Something's up. I know that glow in your eyes behind the glow in your eyes. So spill, who was it? Cause it wasn't the Doctor, I know because I called. She didn't know where you were either. Jumping jahozaphats Batman, you weren't with the Doctor. My little skeaze. How come I didn't think about that sooner?"

"I wasn't. Now can you get off?"

"Not until you tell me all the juicy details. You can omit some if they have lady parts. Do I know them? And just how much were they packing because you've been gone for two days."

"It hasn't been two days," says Bo.

"Two nights, two days. Anyway, it equals about two days since the last time I saw you."

"That doesn't count."

"I said two days," says Kenzi, in a sensei voice. "But first thing's first. What's up with you and the Doctor? Because my spidey senses are detecting some trouble in paradise no? That and the box with her things in it. At first I thought that you might have been over there making up, but no."

"I will tell you all about it if you please let me get up so that I can shower and change clothes."

"You know, normally I would sit on you until you spill, but since you have committed an atrocity by wearing that not to mention giving us seven years of bad luck just by walking in here with that on, I'm gonna let you slide." Kenzi climbs off of Bo. "Just when you're done, make sure you burn that."

"Will do." Bo takes another slice of pizza, a cookie, apple, and a carton of milk with her.

By the time Bo returns, Kenzi has just finished cleaning the entire downstairs. "Dang it took you long enough."

"Yeah, I had a lot of dirt to wash off," says Bo.

"I bet."

Bo looks around in surprise. "You cleaned?"

"At first I was straightening out stuff then I got so bored and this happened. Wow, now that's the Bo I know. You look like a gazillion times better."

"Well thank you."

"Your eyes are still you know. Like, I do remember them being able to turn off."

"Yeah, I know."

"I'm going to try to ignore them, but if I happen to jump every once and a while, it's because I forgot that you're not trying to kill me. You might want to have Trick or the good Doctor check that out for you. Wine?" asks Kenzi, pouring up a glass.

"I think I'll be fine. And sure why not?" says Bo. Kenzi hands her a glass and they sit down on the sofa. Bo takes a sip.

"So…" says Kenzi. "Fill me in sista."

"Well, as you probably guessed Lauren and I are on a break."

"Really?" Kenzi starts eating some popcorn from out of a bowl on the table.

"Yeah, she said that she wasn't happy anymore. That she would be asking for more than I would be able to give her. And that she's tired."

"Ouch, burn, and sting." Kenzi throws some popcorn in her mouth.

"Well you could at least fake some sympathy."

Kenzi stops eating. "Bo you know you're my BFF right? And don't get me wrong, I lurve me some Lauren, but." Kenzi pauses.

"But what?" asks Bo, really wanting to know.

"I'm only saying this because I love you, but you can be an ass," says Kenzi. Bo looks like she doesn't understand. "Ass with an emphasis on the hole."

"Things have been different since The Dawning."

"Come on, it's me Bo. And you've been mistreating her way before then."

"What? How?"

"Okay. Let's start from when you two officially became an item. You screwed D man behind her back, I know it was an emergency but still. You two have been spending less time together. And it's you because I've seen her try too many times. I mean she made you breakfast in bed dude. Damn Bo, you couldn't even take her to go with you to see your adopted mom. It didn't have to be just me you know. All three of us used to do stuff together back in the day. You blew her off when she was getting recognized for something that mattered to her." Bo tries to interrupt. "Wait a second because I'm on a roll. You blew her off then brought another woman in her home, sipping champagne, her champagne. That's cold. Not to mention that you made out with that same person earlier that day, thank goodness Lauren doesn't know that part because somebody would be getting a scalpel in the jugular. Then you chi sucked us all to bring your ex back to life which I'm happy that you did because me and D are home skillets. Even Lauren can understand that. But that's not the bad part. The bad part is that you ignored her the rest of the time, focusing your attention on Dyson, and yourself. That's gotta hurt. I mean a part of her life was taken away so that her girlfriend's ex could live, and bitch can't even get a thank you card. Oh hells no. She gets knocked around just for being guilty by association with you from a psycho knockoff Romeo and..."

Bo cuts her off. "Okay Kenzi. I get it. Point taken."

"Maybe I was keeping it too real."

"No, you're right. I've been the worst girlfriend ever." Bo shakes her head. "I'm the worst person ever."

Kenzi rubs Bo's shoulder. "I wouldn't say all that. Just a little insensitive at times, but you totally have good intentions. Maybe I'm biased because I'm human and can understand where she's coming from. I know that you didn't purposely hurt Lauren. Everyone knows how much you love her. I just think that you both were being unrealistic by disregarding something that makes you you, and is the very basis for your existence."

"What do you mean?" asks Bo.

"Making the beast with two backs? And everyone knows that you can't introduce other people into the bedroom, and if you're not swingers, or not into that kind of thing, the relationship is bound to collapse, at least in the human world. In a regular relationship, both parties want to feel wanted, and want to be able to be the sole person able to satisfy their partner's needs you know. If they can't, it kind of makes a person feel useless you know. Wouldn't you feel kind of messed up if you couldn't satisfy Lauren in one of the most basic ways to express one's love for each other physically?" Bo nods her head slowly. "Exactly, not to mention the whole Dorian Gray thing. But to sum because my lips are getting dry and I wants me some wine, you two were trying to tame each other to fit each of your needs instead of just letting things be as they are. Capiche. That's what I think anyway." Kenzi drinks some wine.

"Wow, that was deep. You're so insightful. You're like my mini Yoda, minus the appearance, and the way he talks." Bo pauses. "How come I couldn't see any of it?"

"Well you know what they say, it's easier to see things when you're on the outside looking in than when you're in the inside looking outside," says Kenzi, drinking some more wine.

"Yeah, I think I may have heard them say that," say Bo, frowning. She sighs a contemplating sigh.

"Cheer up Bo Bo. I mean what do I know? I'm just a silly human, who is on her second bottle of wine. Lauren will come back."

"You think so?" asks Bo, hopeful.

"Sure," says Kenzi, drinking a big gulp of wine. Her fingers crossed behind her back. "What you need is some girl time. We can go out on the town, hit some bars, end up at the Dal. Whatever you want."

"I don't know Kenzi."

"What is there not to know? Break ups, I mean breaks equal alcohol, partying and lots of rebound sex. I thought you got the memo."

"I know, I just don't think that's such a good idea," says Bo, taking a sip of her wine.

"What, is it because you did all those things when you were gone for two days? Huh? What you thought I would forget? Do you think you're going to bump into him her them team when you're out? Did you shwag the D-man. Nope I spoke with him too. Who was it dagnamit?"

"Another story for another time."

"Okay. I'll let this pass this time because I'm ready to get out. But this isn't over. No, not by a long shot. And please, wear some shades."