Okay, seriously this was just getting ridiculous. Sure, Lia had come back to Chicago on the off-chance that there might be something to the whole going-back-to-the-beginning thing, but to catch that scent in the old neighborhood? That scent was definitely not belonging this far north.

Never mind neither did she, but that was entirely beside the point.

It was only random curiosity that actually made her follow the trail - could seeing him again make for a bigger shitstorm than Kentucky? And if it did, then the old goat would probably require some assistance in order to keep up the not-being-dead thing he had going on. And Lia was nothing if not a Good S- Okay, fine, that narration can't even be completed with a straight face, not in meta or any other land.

She could hear the impact before she turned the corner to the alley, and she hitched her bag a little higher on her shoulder before stepping around the corner and leaning against the wall. "I'd just go ahead and answer the dude if I was you," she offered casually to the poor prick groaning on the ground. "He can pull the Mr. Rogers shtick all night long - and trust me? It gets super old super quick."