It was one hell of a day. Waking up in hospital was one thing, waking up to find out she'd missed out on the last two years of her life was worse than a fucking acid trip. The Saints were gone. An empire she had practically built herself had vanished in the fucking wind.

Julius, Dex, and Troy fucking Bradshaw had let the saints crumble. All that talk about loyalty, about making the Saints Stillwater's number one gang had clearly been bullshit. Clearly Des had been the only one who ever gave a damn about the Saints.

Her body ached in a way it hadn't in over two years. Her legs were on fire and her arms felt like lead. Her body protested every movement.

She should have known better. Taking on an entire prison's worth of guards so shortly after waking from a coma was probably not her best ideas, but then again neither was it one of her worst. The adrenaline had kept her going but with sunrise minutes away she couldn't guess what was propelling her anymore.

The most likely culprit was hatred, she'd woken up to a world that might as well been the fucking twilight zone. There were no Third Street Saints, everything she had done to make them the top gang in Stillwater had been in vain. Julius had just vanished and Dex had sold out to some corporate gig, and the Row? The row had been torn apart and rebuilt into an abomination. Sacred ground dug up and remodeled into a whitewashed Stepford version of her old home.

They'd even renovated the church her one sanctuary was now a fucking tourist destination.

If all of that hadn't been insult enough when she sat down at Technically Legal and attempted to enjoy her first beer in two years she practically spit it out as the news declared Troy Fucking Bradshaw as the damn chief of the Stilwater PD. The asshole was a cop the whole time, looking back she was a little pissed she hadn't figured it out sooner.

She wanted to storm right over to the precinct and punch him in the face, but to be completely honest it wasn't going to happen, at least not right away. She was barely standing at the moment, she wasn't about to take on the Stillwater PD.

Des may have been crazy but she wasn't stupid.

Troy would get his, but right now she needed a place to lie low. There were no Saints left to call on, she didn't have any friends left in Stilwater. None left alive anyway.

Which was why she found herself in the middle of suburbia at three am in front of an unassuming house with a cookie cutter door hoping that the woman who answered it wouldn't deck her in the face.

It took a few tries before she finally rang the bell and what felt like a thousand thudding heartbeats before it clicked open. Des Squinted as the light from inside momentarily blinded her. Before she was able to see who had opened the door she was enveloped in a hug.

"I thought you were dead." It was barely a whisper, the arms around her felt desperately tight.

She laughed weakly as she returned the hug, "guess that makes two of us."

It seemed that the playa had a friend left in Stilwater after all.