[She had to ask around for two things trying to find this apartment; first the address, obviously, but secondly to get the address she had to get the resident's last name and God if Angela remembered that much. The longer she remains here, the more she realizes she's forgotten a lot more in the twisty time period she's been back home. Some less important than others, but the bigger ones worry her, the faces she can't put with names or names she can't put with faces. Events she has no recollection of happening. Losing her memory never was fun for her.
But she's here, knocking on this apartment's door, not sure if Allison Cameron is home or not. It's worth a try, really, before attempting to hunt her down at the hospital during this influenza party or whatever the new City talking heads are calling it. And Angela's not dressed for the occasion, still rocking the borrowed men's clothes, though they are now tied up and knotted in certain places because things are loose and loose things fall down. Oh well. Cameron is nice enough not to make fun of her for it, at least Angela thinks she remembers.]
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But she's here, knocking on this apartment's door, not sure if Allison Cameron is home or not. It's worth a try, really, before attempting to hunt her down at the hospital during this influenza party or whatever the new City talking heads are calling it. And Angela's not dressed for the occasion, still rocking the borrowed men's clothes, though they are now tied up and knotted in certain places because things are loose and loose things fall down. Oh well. Cameron is nice enough not to make fun of her for it, at least Angela thinks she remembers.]