Tanya knew who was the source of her troubles. She had refused to realize for so long all of the emotion she had contained, that she had allowed to build. She needed to have it out with her father, once and for all. Tanya made a few quick keystrokes, and looked at the nearest greyhound bus. The next bus to Washington D.C. wouldn't leave for a while, but she bought the ticket anyway. From DC she could find her way to Alexandria, it was getting back to New York that should have concerned Tanya.

Tanya was not far from the Greyhound terminal, with ticket in hand she walked there. She had used a local printer to print from her laptop. She sat for a while, thinking. She was going home. Back to a place where she would revert to a mild Southern drawl. It wasn't that bad, but it existed. She had tried to train herself out of it, but the drawl was still there. She sighed. She was not looking forward to the fight.