Gundam Wing CL: AC 205

[miyumi]

She just shook her head when he woke, commenting on how she hadn't slept. She also decided to let him think that. How could he know that she had gone two days without sleep at times, to fix a Gundam? How could he know, that she had survived the wilderness sleeping two hours here and an hour there? She was as much a campaigner as he was.

I figured you'd want to be fully awake to see the ambassador.

Silently, she added, There will be enough people trying to see Gabe as it is. As they landed, she said nothing, wondering how they could celebrate on the brink of war. Then, her father's words floated across her mind. Even in the midst of disaster, celebrate! If you are alive to do so, celebrate! It is important to remember what you are fighting to live for. She smiled then, her heart warming up to this courageous country.

Despite her lack of sleep, when it was time to exit the plane, Miyumi lifted her bag with her usual ease and grace. Unlike earlier, when she had been fully rested, she didn't stumble at all getting out of the plane, walking through the airport, getting into the car. No one noticed her hold her breath as their bags were scanned on the way out, into the country. The way her katana had been packed, it didn't show up on the scanners. She almost smiled to herself at that, but turned it into a smile for the woman who handed the bags back.

As they got to the hotel, she hoped that he wouldn't question her about her surety in knowing it wasn't General Sin. To take her mind off the nerves, as soon as he was gone she checked her entire room for bugs. Finding five, she grinned to herself and wondered if she should check his. Then, she checked the angle of the obvious security camera. As to be expected, it was angled to see those coming into and out of the room. She knelt on the floor and plugged her computer into the wall.

Fred, I'd like to get the rest of this nervous energy out. Fool the camera for me. A view of the cameras in the room came on-screen. Sure enough, there was at least one she hadn't found. She'd leave that in place, to make them think they were secure. The camera showed the top of her head as she sat. If she had placed the computer on the desk, as expected, they would see every word. She turned it around, and got up. The camera still showed her head there, occasionally moving. Grinning, she started moving her furniture. Once she had an area cleared, she brought out her katana and made a full circle. Perfect. I'll do the ones for tight-spaces, then shower and sleep. Grim will probably be awhile at the hospital. Hmmm, if he gives me eight hours, I'll get four... that will be plenty. Then she thought of something. She walked over, and gave Fred another order- mask the hospital room. She grinned to herself; now they need not worry about anyone spying their conversation. She figured in Sera's state, she may not think of doing that. Finally, taking a proper stance, she began.

[Seraphina Alighieri]

Seraphina was shocked to hear Grim's voice, and even mildly angry, that the war would see HER husband before she did. She swallowed her rising anger and smiled at Grim as she walked past him, giving only a quick thank you as she did.

She was horrified to see Gabriel in a hospital bed much more so than she though she would for what appeared to be a minor injury. However the fact that he was well made her smile the most beautiful smile she had ever let loose on the frenchman. Her hands began to shake so she quickly set down the flowers ona small table by the window and swiftly seated herself on his bed.His green eyes fixed on her and he smiled broadly.

Caro mio

was all she could manage to say before she kissed him. After five years of marriage their passion for one another had not waned in the slightest. As she pulled away from him she had to fight the urge to embrace him, after all she didn't want to aggravate any of his injuries. He reached up and pushed her hair back from her face and carressed her left cheek.

Ma Cher

He whispered to her.

She simply sat there all of her speeches that she had rehearsed had run dry. Again she had to fight the doubt of telling him. It was the right thing to do after all, she thought to herself. but silence was all she could manage, and she was positive that the concern and worry she had felt about him and about the baby was creeping into her features. Finally she broke her silence. As she spoke her voice sounded too solemn for the joyous news that she was bringing him.

My love I have some news for you.

At that her words went dry.

[Gabriel Faile]

He set took her hand in his and smiled. He couldn't believe she was her and she was feeling better. His eyes began to brim with tears of joy just seeing her face. She whispered her love, and he pulled her close and returned the sentiments. He managed to pull himself up right in the bed so he was in a sitting position, all the while keeping his hand upon hers.

Gabriel wasn't damaged too much in the battle. His left arm was a little stiff and lacking in strength. He couldn't help but smile at her though before brushing his hair out of his face and she spoke. He raised a curious eyebrow at her news. His grin still pasted.

"What news do you bring ma petit?"

He laid back in his bed fiddling with the covers. He eagerly awaited.

[Seraphina Alighieri]

Her mouth went dry and here eyes grew wet with tears. It was good to be with him again and to know that he was alright. She swallowed hard summoning her courage and forgetting her speaches. She leaned close to his ear so that no one would hear her.

Caro Mio, I know what I am about to tell you could not come at a worse time...

Her words trailed off. His green eyes were focused on her and as always full of love. Those beautiful green eyes and the light that they contained therein was what finally gave her the courage to continue.

I'm pregnant.

The tears she had been holding back, ran down her cheeks and fell onto the his bed linens. She could not bare to see the his reaction fearing that it would be a negative one, to avoid his face she clumsily postioned herself so that she could rest her head against his chest. One arm worked its way to the back of her head and simply held her.

[Grimbold Theoman]

Grim sat for some time outside the door of Gabriel's room. Lost in his own thoughts, he had sensed a flash of anger from the Ambassador when she had seen him, swiftly hidden behind a smile. He had not known what had caused it, but it had disturbed him more than he would have thought. He rose slowly feeling a strange stiffness in his legs. Maybe it was just the effects of his age, and the punishment he had put himself through over the years, and maybe it was something else. Whatever the cause he was going to try and walk it off.

He left the hospital and leaving the hire car in the car park he turned randomly through the streets of suburban Nice. Here like everywhere else the city still seemed oblivious to the impending war, it was no longer early and gardeners were out cutting already exquisite lawns, tending flowerbeds, doing all the things that they did. Life was continuing as normal, all the while the forces of the Colonies were preparing for war.

Which made him think more on the Colony leadership. Miyumi had been sure that the man who had been killed by rebel MS pilots was not General Sinful, how was it that she could be so sure, Grim had met the man himself and from memory and photographs in the public domain he had looked like the same man. Yet Miyumi had sworn he was not. How could she know, unless she had spent some time, a lot of time even, in his presence. Odd that she had not mentioned it if that were the case, though perhaps she would feel admitting it could have been disadvantageous.

But Grimbold was hardly in any position to castigate anybody for their previous career.

The ex-mercenary continued walking for a long time his mind adrift just taking in the scenery of southern France. He was not exactly lost, though he didn't know where he was he had confidence that using the sun and dead reckoning he could get back to the hospital. It took him a couple of hours to find his way back and he collected the car before heading back to the hotel.

[Ryand-Smith]

OOC: News Report telling info to The Council and what nots

Breaking news, from our brethren in The Asteroids
we now go live to Dr Hillary Bush, with the Late breaking news

There would be a tired looking woman on the podium, and as she looked at the reporters, she noticed several strange press badges. There were reporters from the Earth, it seemed, as well as reporters from the former General Sin controlled government. She looked at the crowd, regaining her composure, and started to speak.
Hello People of the Solar System. I am Dr. Hillary Bush, and I am here with a news report from the United Asteroid Colonies. After much debate and diplomatic talks with the government of the colonies, we have decided to align with them. The Earth's attack on General Sin, Using a Gundam, one of the forbidden weapons of the War, is an act which could destroy the peaceful state of the entire solar system!

She would plant a fist on the podium as she said that, her motion carefully coordinated with the speech

Now that we are aligning with the colonies, we will start a campaign of monitoring the Earth from orbit. Any shipments of weapons, or unusual material will be reported to the Colonies. We will, in fact, send a team of our own recently re-discovered OZ Mobile Suits to help the Colonies with their war of pacification. Any resistance will be met, with force. We do not want to have to use our weapons of mass destruction on the Earth, but the use of the Gundam may force our hand. Thank you for listening, and I will now take questions from the press.

Now then, there would be many questions asked to the good Doctor, and this was going to be a complex socialistic situation.

OOC: If you want you could RP as reporters, if you wish

[Gabriel Faile]

Gabriel sat up in his bed and looked her in the eyes when he let go of her. He kept his hands upon her shoulders and examined her eyes for any sign of a joke or some other prank to ensure a guilty feeling for running off. His sparkling eyes found no trace, which set deep inside of him. It began to stir his very soul. He...Gabriel Faile, was going to be a father. He dropped into a momentary state of shock just starring off.

His mind became a spiderweb of thoughts and ideas. How could he fix the worlds problems, that he had begun. Then it began to set deeper than that. It hit him on a selfish level. This was the worlds problem not his, he was having a child. It sunk even deeper. His child would be living in the world, he needed to fix it, not for himself, but for his beautiful wife and his wonderful child.

His eyes returned to hers. He was filled to the brink with joy.
"Honestly mon cher? We are 'aving a child?"
As she nodded he began to tear. Gabriel pulled her in close and hugged her tight.
"Mon amour, je ne pourrais pas être plus heureux."

[Grimbold Theoman]

Grim returned to the hotel and made his way to his room. Knowing that Miyumi had the room next door, and her tendency for light sleeping he crept silently to his door sliding the card key into the electronic lock, the door opened without a sound. He entered like a ghost silently. It struck him as odd that here he was almost breaking into his own room.

He had been thinking about the things that had happened over the last couple of days. A week ago the world was at peace, okay it was at best a fragile peace but it was in place, now war was imminent. And yet the cause of the war, the attack by rebels on General Sinful and some of his leading aides, might not be what it appeared. If Miyumi was right, and she had been convinced that she was, that the man who had lead the group had not been Sinful himself but a double. If there were any way to prove that, to show that Sinful himself had manipulated the start of the war, what would that do to the state of war that it had caused. How many impartial observers would support the Colonies in their continued action? It was more or less a moot point of course there were no impartial observers, Ambassador Alighieri and himself were as close as it came. Everyone else more or less came down on one side or the other.

Grim's cynicism was taking over again, it seemed as if Sinful would not be happy until he had wiped out all human life on the planet. His callous manipulation of the situation had shown he was only happy with a state of war, not going through diplomatic channels to announce his visit to Earth would be guaranteed to draw attention of the rebels. Had he really wanted to talk peace he would have come through Seraphina's office and no one outside of Earth's real authorities would have known. There would have been no attack, no war. Clearly it was what Sinful had intended to happen from the start, he was an egotist but he would not sacrifice his own life to cause war, but he would happily kill others many others. That made what he had done practically murder, the instrument was the hatred of the Earth rebels but he had wielded it and used it to murder the men he had sent as a peace envoy.

If they ever found the evidence they could take it to the International Court of Justice, their jurisdiction included the Colonies. Grim doubted the evidence would ever come to light, however that didn't mean it was not worth the effort. He had to talk to Miyumi but it would wait till she woke.

He sat on the edge of the bed, let his mind wander, he was not tired thanks to Miyumi leaving him asleep so long but he felt the need for the oblivion of sleep. There was no way that was going to come now so he plugged a headset into his laptop and dialled up the BBC news, he listened in silence in the darkened room to reports of panic and worry about when and where the attacks would come. The blueish light from the laptop screen casting strange and ghoulish shadows on the walls making his face look older and greyer than it was. He sat sunk in depression waiting for something to happen.

[Seraphina Alighieri]

She was selfishly relieved when she saw the tears of joy leap into his eyes, and heard the enthusiasm in his voice. She simply smiled knowingly and let her own tears roll down her face.

Si, Caromio.

She relished his touch on her shoulders and simply drank in the moment. For the first time in a long time, the human race seemed wirthwhile to her, beauty returned to her world, and her heart opened with love for the whole planet not just her small corner of it.

You do realize however I am not giving up my abassador title.

She was smiling as she said it but the tone was still very matter of fact.

Now I have something to fight for, besides keeping your silly hide alive.

Her smile simply grew larger and more radiant. However in the silence that followed hung the question for both of them, What next.

[miyumi]

Miyumi slept soundly, for a full six hours. She didn't toss and turn, she didn't cry out in her sleep, or talk, or mumble. She didn't even snore. If someone had come into her room while she slept, they might not have believed she was even there.

As she woke to a soft beeping sound from Fred, she caught a memory of a dream. In the dream, she and her father had been eating ice cream, as they did every second sunday of a month. In the dream, however, she looked out to the street, and saw what was definitely a younger General Sin walking past. Behind him, were armed guards, and then mechs. It spanned out, to show row after row of mobile suits, all marching off to war. She shook herself. Just a dream, just a dream. She stretched every muscle of her body before lightly rolling out of bed.

Padding over to the computer, she asked Fred to tell her about the conversation. He simply said "She's pregnant." Though curious, Miyumi also felt that the rest would be private. He verified that he had indeed scrambled the video, so none would know unless Sera wanted them to. All anyone snooping would see was a tearful reunion between husband and wife. He also suggested she talk to Grim, reminding her that she hadn't swept his for bugs.

She didn't know when she'd be needed, but her stomach was demanding immediate attention. So, she picked up a menu and perused it. Right up until she got to an item with a venison steak. Grinning to herself, she picked up the phone and ordered that with some cabernet sauvignon. It had been awhile since she had deer, and she did like it. Much better, in her opinion, than cow. While she waited, she opened her side of the doors between her room and Grims, and knocked on the second one.

[Grimbold Theoman]

The day passed though no sign of that penetrated the curtained windows of Grim's room. For some time he sat beside the laptop with the news ringing in his ears. Eventually he slammed the unit shut and slumped back onto the bed.

He became aware of the sound of knocking on the partition door between his and Miyumi's rooms. For a moment he considered saying nothing, hoping she would go away but he knew there were things they needed to discuss. Without rising he called out.

"Come in, the door's not locked."

Even as she entered he didn't move, remaining lying across the bed. Not caring for once the image he was giving off, what impression she would gain from his attitude of dissolution.

"How is she?"Miyumi asked.

Grim rose slowly to sit on the edge of the bed."We didn't talk, I left them together. She looked tired but why wouldn't she. It's a stressful time for her."

"I had Fred make sure they have complete privacy. Whatever was so important, no one will know unless one of them tells."

"That was good of you, I didn't think of it. And there was really no time."Grim turned away looking towards the window.

"I'm just paranoid like that, I guess." There strange note in her voice, which Grim was not listening to closely enough to identify.

He paused for a while before he spoke; he had things on his mind, other than the questions he needed to ask Miyumi. "Is there anything that you need to tell me?"His voice was dull, as if he didn't want to ask. She shook her head. "No, I just wanted to make sure you didn't need me for anything."

He nodded slowly, "Are you sure, nothing about history that may be relevant to our current position?"

She sighed, and holding her head. "Before I joined }{G, I used to work for General Sin. I was directly under him, so I came into contact with him quite often. That's how I knew."

"I see, that makes sense. I had hoped it might be something less circumstantial, some hard evidence we could use. I knew he had manipulated Earth that just proves it to me." Suddenly he rose angrily and stormed across the room. "What the hell are we to do Sinful is determined to destroy Earth and as far as I can see he will go to any lengths to ensure we are all dead. What are we to do?" The questions were rhetorical he didn't expect Miyumi to be able to answer them any more than he could. He just needed to frame them, to express his frustration.

"He is a fanatic. He hates Earth with a passion, believing that those born on Earth are responsible for all that is wrong in the world, and that in order to achieve the perfect world all humans on Earth must be destroyed until only the "pure" ones from the colonies remain." She paused for a moment before going on hesitantly.
"I..." She looks away, at the floor. "I used to believe that too."

"I used to believe it was all right to fight for people simply because they paid me. To kill other people because they hadn't. People change, they grow. And there are plenty of people on Earth who live otherwise blameless lives and yet wish all Colonists dead. It's not right either way I have chosen to try and persuade each side that they are wrong. A thankless task that may never finish."

"The colonies are the product of Earth. And those of us born on the colonies are descended from Earth. Until both sides accept that, and accept that anything from Earth is in the colonies, and anything in the colonies is from Earth, neither will give up trying to destroy the other."

"You are right, not only that the symbiosis between the two is so close that neither can last without the resources of the other."Grim looked over to where Miyumi was sitting. "Thank you for being honest, for telling me."

She looked directly into his eyes. "Thank you for not holding it against me."

"How could I, you have worked as hard as any of us over the last months, no one's past should be allowed to rule them, if they choose to leave it behind. You deserve the chance to go forward un-judged least of all by me."

There was a knock on her door, and she smiled as she rose. "That would be the food I ordered."

"Okay you go and enjoy it, we will talk later. Thanks."

She nodded, and left his room, closing her side of the two doors. He watched her leave and when she had closed her door he went and closed his too. It had been an interesting conversation, he had not expected to learn what he had, it was also not what he had hoped for but it was something to work from.

[Seraphina Alighieri]

Unable to tolerate the silence that had settle betweeen them after a long moment she spoke again. It was good to be with him to be his wife and what happened in Washington seemed far away at least for the NOW.

When you get out of here you are going to have to let me take you out.

Before you do the very thing that I fear you are going to do She thought to herself. She forced the thought away it was a time to celebrate. For a brief moment before their world erupted again they were man and wife and very much in love.

She leaned forward and kissed him gently.

I am going to miss you terribly, so much more than I ever have before. Her mind racing forward into an inevitable future, that she did not want to face. If there was ever a moment for her to buck duty it was now, if only for a morning, or a day.

[Gabriel Faile]

He was at a loss. Suddenly, everything in the world seemed so much more vibrant. The soft cotton of the sheets upon him, the shine of the silver of the machinery, the steady pulse of his own heart beating and the radiant beauty of his wife. Gabriel drew in a long breath and closed his eyes before settling back onto the pillow, his smile never leaving his lips and his eyes never leaving hers.

He embrassed the kiss with all that was in him. Love swelled in every part of his body. This woman was his life, and his child. He didn't know what to say, or to do, so he just smiled. What more could he do?

His thoughts then drifted to the Falcon. His mobile suit. His partner... where does he go from here? How can he risk his life now knowing that he is a father? The internal conundrum spiraled down to his very soul and began to tear up his insides. He needed to keep the world safe. He needed to bring about a world that his child could grow up in. In essence, he needed to fight. Stronger and harder than he had ever before, because now he was making the world a better place, not just for him and Seraphina, but for his spawn.

And yet, the only words he could find were:
"J'aime toi."

[Seraphina Alighieri]

She smiled at him a soft Madonna like smile, but her eyes were edged with the smallest hint of melancholy. It really was a bad time to have a child and a bad time to tell him, but...humans were having children through the Plague and the world looked like it was going to end then. She sighed.

I am going to get you out of here, and then you are coming with me for a real breakfast.

Her voice was rich in tone as she odered him about with a mock authority. She bent and kissed his forhead and walked out of the room with the exagerated haughtiness of all Italian housewifes. She heard him chuckle a bit as she shut the door and made her way down to the nurses station.

It took about 10 minutes to find a nurse fluent in english. The woman stood about five foot eight and smiled down on Seraphina with the desperate false hospitality of a woman who has grown tired of imapatient relatives, and egotistical doctors. Her blue eyes reeking with her impatience.

She is scarier then General sin

Sera thought to herself.

I was curious when my husband, Gabriel Faile, would be released?

Her voice had all the practiced measure of an Ambassador, it was an act that seemed to her that she could no longer shake except with Gabe, or in Florence at the Institute. The thought of home saddened her it had only been about a year since the Maestro died. That was the last time she had been home.

Messieur Faile should be released this afternoon, Madame.

Merci

Sera nodded to the nurse and made her way back down the hall. She stopped as her hand touched the cold sterile metal of the door knob. In a strange way she missed Florence and everything that had happened there, she even missed poor Dante the last of her family that she had had contact with. She rode out this wave with the practiced experience of one who had faced fear and loss far too frequently. Once it was gone she opened the door.

Good news Caro, you will be free of this place this afternoon. Is there anything I need to bring you before you are released?

She sat beside him, and took his hand. His touch was all that could chase away her sadness, it always had been.

I do not know what I am going to do without you, Amore. I was yours wholly from day one, and will always be.

She thought to herself, her brown eyes fixed instensly on his. Silently she prayed that he could not see the sadness that had seemed to follow her around since they met.

[Gabriel Faile]

He smiled at her with his whole heart. He loved her more than anything else in the world, which was why he had to fight. She knew it, and he knew that she was aware. The fact that they were having a daughter only made his drive to fight that much more intense. Brought him more passion.
"Mon petit, you know that I must continue the good fight. For us, for our child. As I know that you will continue to fight. I'm aware that you do not condone my methods, but when a better one presents itself, you believe that I shall take it."
He went quiet for a moment as he thought about breakfast and how wonderful that sounded. He continued to smile. He would think about everything else after breakfast. For now, he would dine with his wife.

[Seraphina Alighieri]

She nodded as he spoke and she knew he was right, and cursed herself for it, but she continued to smile she was going to enjoy, as she always had, the time that they had together. The last three years had been wonderful, no war, nothing to tear them apart other than her occaisional trip, but she had never stopped relishing every moment with him as though it might be the last because there was always the shadow of war and even worse duty. To anyone who might walk into the room they were husband and wife, not warrior and dove. She would have looked like a melancholy renaiscance Madonna sitting there.

I know Caro I know. Unfortunately, I do not know a better way, I wish to the Madonna I did.

The door opened, and her head spun around with the violent paranoia of one who has been hunted. IT was a docotr, who calmly took Gabe's vital signs, nodded, signed a form then spoke.

You are free to go, Monsuier Faile

With that he left.

Well it looks like for one more day you are entirley mine.

She beamed a smile at him that chased away the melancholy. It was to Venice all over again. There was no world for her outside him...at least for now.

[Svetlana_Popova]

Svetlana stepped out onto the cold streets of Moscow. A small smile lighting up her face as she basked in her freedom. Her arms outstretched and her hair whipping in the strong breeze, she inhales deeply and slowly exhales. She begins to spin in circles, peels of laughter passing through her lips.

She shouts

"I'm free!"

She stops spinning and the laughter slowly dies. She spies an electronic store across the street and with one final chuckle, she crosses the street and walks into the shop, her black trench coat billowing out behind her.

[Svetlana_Popova]

Still wearing a smile, she walks out of the store an hour later equiped with a new phone and a laptop. She flips open the phone and dials a number while waving down a cab...

"Novello Industries, how may I direct your call?"

With her thick Russian accent she replies,

"Rachel Hunter.

One minute please and I'll transfer your call."

After a brief pause she hears the line pick up.

"This is Rachel."

Dropping the Russian accent, her blended European accent shines through.

"Rachel, don't hang up, and don't let on that it's me..."

Svetlana hears the phone clatter on the floor, and she chuckles as she directs the cab driver in russian to a hotel.

"Ma'am , I'm here.

Good, now listen closely..."

[Svetlana_Popova]

The cab pulls up to the same old hotel that Svetlana stayed at five years ago. She pays the driver and with a toss of her long black hair, she walks into the hotel. With a quick glance she sees that the dusty, dingy place still has not changed. She walks up to the huge desk and the same little old lady pops out before she can even ring the little bell. The old lady smiles as she looks Svetlana up and down, her eyes lingering on her face for a minute. She holds up an old bony finger, turns around and waddles over to a wall full of keys. She comes back and hands Svetlana a key. With a cackle, she disapears behind the door again. Svetlana just stood there amazed and then looks down at the key and blinks. It is the same room number she had before. She looks up from the key and stares at the door the little old lady disappeared behind.

She thinks to herself

"The old broad is smarter then I think anyone takes her for."

With a shake of her head and chuckle, she takes the lift up to her room.

[Svetlana_Popova]

She unlocks the door to her room, and as the door slowly opens she sees the same threadbare sheets and ugly, dirty carpet as before. With a bemused smile, she walks into the room and stands by the bed. She turns slowly to do a survey of the room and notices something very odd. A semi familiar looking suitcase sits next to scarred and battered dresser. With a thoughtful frown she walks around the bed and past the dresser into the bathroom. Her nose wrinkles at the assault of a dank, and unclean room. The smell is so bad that her eyes began to water. Wiping away the tears she notices something familiar sitting on the counter. Her makeup bag. She quickly grabs it and runs out of the bathroom and over to a window that she immediately opens. Taking in gulps of fresh air she wipes away the dusty film covering the makeup bag. She checks over the contents of the bag and except for a few items, the majority of it is useable. With a grin she walks over to the suitcase and tosses it on the bed. As the suitcase lands a cloud of dust fills the air. Coughing, she opens the suitcase and sure enough everything was still there. Fingering the inside of the suitcase, her finger brushes over a small bump and a hidden compartment opens. With a laugh she pulls out the .45. She looks it over carefully and sees that everything is perfectly fine. With a loving caress, she puts the gun back in it's place and closes the compartment. She closes the suitcase and sits down on the bed with a sigh. She gazes at the suitcase and then looks around the room again, her eyebrows knit in concentration.

""I'm missing something.""

She says to herself.

She slides off the bed onto her hands and knees and pulls up the dust ruffle. She lays her head on the floor and looking under the bed, she sees nothing but dust. Sighing she stands up and shakes her head. Her mind turning over the fact that her laptop case is missing. Everything else was untouched and even though she didn't expect any of it to still be here, the fact that it was, was suprising and her laptop should have been here.

""Five long years..."" She whispers.