A week had passed, and for once, everything felt still.
Ginny didn't take it for granted. The days had fallen back into their familiar rhythm, with classes, assignments, and quiet evenings spent nursing cups of tea while she tapped away at her laptop. It wasn't exactly exciting, but she'd take the monotony over the unease of the past week. The church, the writing on the walls, the strange tattooed man—none of it had resurfaced. It was as though the universe had given her a reprieve, and she wasn't about to question it.
She and Lucy had been working on running tests for the Crime Rate Prediction System, but even that had been more frustrating than fruitful. The system struggled with stabilization, the sheer number of people moving around the church area throwing off the algorithm's ability to process patterns. Lucy had tried to make light of it, her usual babble filling the air as she typed into her laptop, but Ginny could tell the setbacks were weighing on her.
