One night in a warm bed was all she wanted. One hot shower and one filling meal. She stayed long enough to get all three and to make it clear that she'd been there for at least a little while before slipping out the front door. The helpful Muggles in the shelter tried to get her to agree to remain a little bit longer. "At least until you're on your own feet again." They pressed pamphlets in her hands full of promises for a better life and warnings about the dangers of returning to an unsafe home. She was momentarily grateful for the illusion that someone out there might actually care what became of her. But, she couldn't stay. Every second she remained, she put more and more innocent people in danger.