Re: Friends, Enemies, and Mrs. Bently...
Finding the old brownstone empty, Penny was alarmed, fearing there'd been yet more foul play. She searched every room for her companions and was beginning to apply her detective's eye to the situation. That told her they'd likely left willingly, but she rang Victoria on the telephone, just to be certain. Penny was irritated; Emma Bently, and, indeed, the entire safehouse, had been left unguarded, and that was far too much of a risk to their security. Any fiend could have broken in while they were away and sprung free the witch, or else she had the time and privacy to attempt an escape herself. And furthermore, couldn't they have left a note? Penny updated Victoria on the failure of using the hellhound to track down Kate and what she'd learned from Crowley.
After she hung up, unable to set out again, Penny stalked about the house for a time, still sore-tempered over the matter of security and frustrated in her efforts to find and free Kate. She'd already been in Belial's clutches for far too long, and every moment not spent searching for her filled Penny with dread and grief. She couldn't bear not knowing, not being able to free her friend and some day, it seemed granddaughter.
At last, Penny strode boldly into the room where Emma Bently was held captive. 'Good morning!' Penny greeted with ferocious good manners. 'No, pray, do not get up.' she said to the chained woman. 'I do hope you feel like talking today, for I have brought a friend.' Behind her came Juliet, invisible but no less perceptible, exuding a palpable sense of dread and a heavy mass that caused the floorboards to creak alarmingly. The greater hellhound made a soft growl, sounding like thunder rolling across the moors.