[dated to February 13]

Saffron doesn't feel like she's relaxed at all in the last twenty-four hours or so. They'd been having a good time last night, drinking at the bar like regular folks out with friends, and then some druggie tāmāde hùndàn had stabbed Newt and left him for dead in an alley.

Newt was in the hospital now, stable but in a coma, and Saffron's tried to be there for Kate as much as she could without smothering. She's tried to be strong for her friend, so she could have someone to lean on, tried to keep from falling apart herself at the thought of what might have happened if he'd laid there alone and bleeding for much longer.

Tonight, Kate's got friends with her, and Saffron goes home, for a much needed shower and change of clothing. She stands under the hot water, thinking about what she's been wanting to do since this whole thing started - she wants to make that guy pay for what he did to her friend. She wants to find him and end him.

By the time she's dressed and blow drying her hair, she knows who to go to for help. He's bound to be as angry about this as she is, and with his abilities, they should have a much better chance of getting this done. Throwing her still slightly damp hair into a ponytail, she goes to her phone and texts Derek, then finishes getting ready while she waits for his response.

You busy? I need your help with something.