Status Updates From Hawkeye: Bishop Takes King

Susan's party was about as fun as Kate figured it would be.
Which wasn't fun at all.
She'd showered and pulled her hair back into a ponytail, but she must've still looked like she'd been thrown through a window and laid out in oncoming traffic, because none of Susan's posh Manhattanite friends wanted to come within five feet of her. Which was fine, since that meant she could camp out by the little sandwiches.

Tall, dark trees towered around her, so high she could barely see the moon through the boughs. The path in the park was barely lit, the shadows longer than she ever remembered. There was a soft summer breeze that shifted through the leaves above her, whispering quiet things. It was late summer, early fall, as everything began to turn orange and vibrant.
It didn't take long for Kate to realize exactly where she was.