[see, that's a hell of a way to put it. this time, she does carefully consider what it is that beatrice is saying.]

I was pretty sure my story was at an end, too, you know? I had a solid, like, two years where everything was smooth, all the dust was settled, and I was just wandering around my city like nothing had ever happened. I mean, hell, I saw what my own future looked like, and it didn't have anything to do with the blood town where all the blood lives.

[but she's not keen on elaborating past that for the moment. even though she really could.]

Guess it just proves that there's no end to the kinds of surprises life will throw at you as long as you keep on living it.