She walked into the bar dressed in a long black leather coat. It was frayed at the edges, and in only slightly better shape than the other clothes she was wearing. They all looked like they'd been stolen from a Goodwill bin except for the coat. Callie had taken that off of a goth kid that had gotten in her way. Her face was almost white as death, dark ashen tears had stained her cheeks and lips. She thought she might find someone here who could help her answer the big questions.
Why was she back?