Renee disconnected from the Internet and rose shakily to her feet. Her ankle was almost better, but it was still tender and hurt when she first stood up and when she walked, especially up or down stairs. Still, another week or two and it would be as good as new. She grabbed a her discman for the bus ride, put her new Covenant CD in, and gingerly headed downstairs and out to the bus stop. The ankle really was a pain, she couldn't even wear her customary high-heeled boots in this state. Instead, she was forced to resort to soft runners that in her opinion, looked simply abominable. She was growing fond of the small scar at the end of her left eyebrow though, and today it hadn't even hurt too much to put make-up on. She sat down at the bus stop and waited. The trip wasn't all that far, probably only half an hour. Then again, knowing London's public transport system, once can never truly tell...
( Visiting Jamie )
( Visiting Jamie )