Abby was glad to return to her apartment.  It now contained a bed and several bags of clothing.  Abby felt gross.  The blood and ichor had dried. Her blouse was stuck to her skin in several places. Her hair was in tangles.  She looked like she was going for blood red dreadlocks.  She removed her clothing and immediately threw it into the garbage.

She set the water in the shower to skalding.  She got in and tried to get the worst of it off.  She had invested in some heavy duty soap and a shower brush and the investment now paid off.  The dried blood grudgingly came off her skin.  She was feeling almost human again.

She got out of the shower and put the plug in for a bath.  While the tub was filling, she made several attempts at combing out her hair -- to no avail. Leaving her hair for later, she added a few drops of lavender oil to the steaming water.  She eased herself into the water and allowed herself to relax.

Relaxing lasted about 2 seconds before refections on the last battle invaded the thoughts.

There should not be harpies in Fredericton.  Especially not in November.  The climate was too cold for going around bare breasted.

Harpies originally came from Greece.  Did someone import them and they escaped? Harpies were valuable supernatural pets.  They were quick to learn phrases and repeat them.  They had very limited brains due to their avian heritage.  Abby would have to consult the Conspiracy to find out if anyone in the area had a permit for supernatural pets.

Abby closed her eyes and let the lavender scent surround her.

It had not been a hard fight.  The hardest part was keeping them from biting you.  Like the komodo dragon in Java, their bite would eventually go bad and fester.  This would lead to the loss of a limb or even your life if not treated in time.

Abby was able to finish her bath in peace by telling all the invasive thoughts to take a number.  She'll deal with them in the morning.