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“I need to get out of this rut” I took a swig from my tiny box of wine—adult juice box, if you asked me—and looked down at my companion from my seat on the fire escape outside my flat

She didn’t look up froh the rubbish bins squeezed into the alley I had no idea how a raccoon had made it all the way to London Technically, they weren’t supposed to live in England, but this old girl had made a tidy home in the alley behind my block of flats

Cordelia, I called her

Nohen I drank wine alone on ht out As long as no one looked too hard at the fact that al pal walked on all fours and dressed like a furry bandit Not tofor rubbish

“Cheers” I raisedfro

Who needed human friends when they had a box of wine and a feral raccoon, anyway?

I’d had a real friend once—Beatrix She was gone though Murdered last year, and the pain still tore at me I’d tried to find the killer, but the leads had run cold o

Which left me here, alone with Cordelia

The night sounds of London echoed in the distance, sirens and shouts since I didn’t exactly live in the nicest part of town I stared down at Cordelia, watching to see what she ht pull out of the bin It was like telly Almost

I was too broke to own a telly, so it was good enough

As if on cue, Cordelia chucked soed my presence Shocked, I reached out to catch whatever it was that she’d thrown

My hand closed around an old rag, and a vision slammed into me

Not again

I gasped, closing e flashed in my mind I had no idea why the visions came, but this one was a doozy