[Sometime early in the morning, at a time other than Elly's entry, Charlie can be found doing one of many things!
A. Charlie has bundled up, and is sitting out on the front porch of 1645 Albright Lane, flipping through a stack of photographs. She does look a little sad- but she isn't crying or breaking down or anything. Instead, she focuses on each of the photographs, soaking up every detail of the families whose lives she's ruined, all along taking in large amounts of self pity and loathing.
B. An hour or so later though, she can be found jogging around Mayfield, her expression somewhere between determined and really angry. She's pretty out of it, but if you say something to her, she'll stop and chat for a little while- before running off again.
C. Picking up the phone right away when she gets back home, slightly out of breath.]
I knew this kid stuff was bad news. I'm so staying away from it from now on. [Look! She has her normal snark, they didn't hurt her, she's still fine-- ....only not really. Charlie can't stop thinking of her mother, of fires, of giant robots and clouds of dust. And they aren't good thoughts.]
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