She waved at him and then took off, leaving creepy house and its somehow unhappy owner behind. At this point, she realized that giving her phone number could have taken as a move or dropping hints and girl sincerely hoped that Nate wouldn't take it so. Not that he was bad looking. In truth, if he took a bit better care of himself and didn't look like he had wandering through woods for whole night, it would be the opposite. She just wasn't interested in dating. Or was she? Matt's bright smile came to mind at this point.

With sigh, she tried to avert her thoughts and recall what she knew about this corner of Farefield. It really wasn't much, besides that her grandma always seemed to scowl when Flet... Fletcher or something like that was mentioned. But wasn't that Nate's surname, too? So, he had not bought that house, just inherited it? Well, that actually made sense. Who in their right mind would move here on their own free will. Besides Daltons that is. Onyx chuckled at the thought. Yes, she was definitely had amazing crazy for friend. Hopefully, it would stay so, despite her own foolish actions.

Now back on the main road, she started to plan out rest of her day. First, she had to do some cleaning up around the house. Recently, she had been neglecting it, since she had felt dull and slow, like stuck in slow motion. Maybe Carn was right after all, that dirty house does reflect its inhabitant's poor state of soul. She certainly didn't want to show it to her brother, however. And after that... If she still got the jitters from thought of sleeping alone in the house, she would pack up some things and go to Becca's home, stay there for a sleepover. Either way, Onyx surely would pay a visit to her friend, attempt to smooth things over. So, she began preparing speech already.

That was one thing she was good at - coming up with speeches and various scenarios in her head. Unfortunately, her social freeze-ups kept her from acting out most of these amazing come backs or witty jokes. At least with strangers. But Becca was her friend and Onyx would fight with claw and teeth to keep the airhead in that position, safe and happy. That, after all, was the main reason for emotional roller-coaster she had went through today.

She stopped car at her home and looked it over cautiously. It wasn't like she thought anyone could have broken in or waiting for her there, but for some reason, she just didn't like the thought of being there, all alone. "Silly me," girl thought, "that's what you always are out here. And it's not like I have some crazy item that anyone would want, like Becca's pendant, assuming that legend's true." Little did she know that to some extent it applied to her as well...

Next three or so hours, Onyx spent tidying up her home. Most guest rooms and other unimportant places were left forgotten, though, but at least everything else looked presentable (but not a lot more). Nice, long shower to soothe away some worries and as she still felt uncomfortable here, girl did indeed pack few more of her (and Memow's) things while drying hair. After that, it was only question of locking the place up and going on her merry way over to Dalton house, which she did.

Onyx did stop in city center before that, though, to pay for her parking tickets and get the poor truck washed. With a sense of job well done, she pulled up in driveway at her friend's home and half hopped, half ran up the steps and... Well, someone hadn't put the spare key back in place, apparently, so girl rang the bell. Maybe it was better that way, she didn't want Matt to think that she just acted at his parent's place as if she owned it.