"Sydney, you are not leaving New York without me!" She inhaled roughly and then used her real outside voice, "SYD-NEEEEEEEE!" Caroline Waters breathed heavily as she tried to catch up with Sydney, who had stopped either in concern or amazement. Caroline, or Caro to her friends, was scrambling after Sydney, her progress impeded by the number of bags and cases hung from her shoulders. The hard-sided makeup cases and styling tools clacked together audibly as she finally caught up. Between her gasps, she managed, "Just where do you *gasp* think you are going, missy?" She thanked any god/ess, who might have been listening, that she was paired up with Sydney years ago when she first came to the station for work; she could have been saddled with Dave. That very thought made her shiver and she turned attention to Sydney again. "You can't, just can't leave me here! I'm all alone! Well, not really, but I've been meaning to break up with Tony anyway. *chuckle* No, really, this is some bad mojo going down here and...and, I can help you! I mean, I'm really good with my hands and like talking to people. Doesn't that count for something?"
Somehow, she managed to talk a mile a minute while still trying to calm her breathing. "Don't make me run like that! You know my knee hasn't been right since Thomas, the Asshole." Thomas, the Asshole, was just one of any number of Assholes that Caro had been dating in the last few years. "Seriously, Syd, I know we've known each other for a while and I am sure I can tell you anything." Her voice got very small as she said, "It's started again. I need to go before I can't." She shook herself, as if banishing the thought, "But, since I'm going with you, it won't matter! I've packed everything...well, everything that matters. Let's get the hell out of the Dodge while we still can." It was either efficiency or poverty that lead to the skill Caro developed in packing every last thing she cared about into messenger bags and makeup cases, so she was ready to leave.