[ taken her face, taken her phone, taken her clothes. karen feels uncomfortable, feels almost violated, thinking about something looking like her doing...god knows what. thinking about what it was trying to do to logan.

maybe next time keeps her from falling too far down that train of thought, and when he says c'mon, turns and picks up the trashcan, and she realizes what he's offering. ]

You don't have to- [ but he's already moving, already leaning over, and karen lets out a breath, recognizing how much she is actually glad for his help. she walks in with him, leaning over and running her finger down the gash taken out of the side of the tv stand before collecting some some of the scattered papers.

she steps around him, leaning down to help him with the glass, hovering at the neck of the whiskey bottle. ] Nothing that stands out. [ she picks it up and leans over to drop it into the trashcan in his hand, swallowing back the disappointment. ]

It's mostly been in here, though it kept appearing behind me when I was in the middle of chores. It's hard to tell, though. It was just a plastic mannequin for the last few days. Did it say anything to you? [ she sighs, and picks up some more pieces from under the bed, dropping them into the can. ] I need to find it before it hurts someone else. And get my phone, I guess.