Once on the surface she found the clothes that were hidden for her. She quickly dressed and said her goodbyes to the other person. She had to walk home alone, her heart never stopping the heavy and quickened thudding in her chest. Her hands shoved into the pockets of her coat, hair wet and heavy with curls. Her head was slightly lowered as she tried to figure out if this was it, if she was going to lose someone in her life. They had gone years without that, was it what she wanted? Of course. Was it what he wanted? Well she didn't know. There was always a connection open but she never purposely peeked in unless it called to her. She respected his privacy, she figured if he wanted her to know he'd let her know telepathically or to her face.

Turning the key into the door, thanks to James it was even better than her last one. She didn't want to have to explain what happened to the condo corporation; she'd never get her deposit back if she chose to sell it and move. It was an upgrade that she had typed up and sent off for permission. She was approved so that part was covered. Walking into her apartment she locked the door behind her. The apartment was quiet, it looked like it wasn't lived in. No dishes, bed made, nothing out of place. Except the leather bound journal Arthur got her for her birthday was on the middle of her bed rather than secured away in the drawer of her nightstand like it usually was.

She removed her jacket and tossed it on her bed, followed by the remainder of her clothes. She went to her bathroom and drew a bath for herself. She sat silently, reflectively. Her eyes gazed back to her bed, to the journal. Finally with the salt water out of her hair and off her skin she got out of tub. Going back to her room she changed into pajamas. She sat on her bed and opened the journal to find a letter had been written in it. She knew it was her writing, but not her thoughts or words. She pushed her wild mane behind her ears and began reading.

You need to know you did nothing wrong. You were doing everything a person should do. Being ignored and written off was because someone else couldn't handle how someone else made them feel. You didn't say anything wrong. You didn't hurt his feelings. The fact that someone made a comment to make him pause makes it quite clear he is not who you need or want in your life. It doesn't matter if he's the sweetest person to all of his friends and does the best job in the world; the fact that he treated a stranger, let alone someone he claimed to want to get to know the way he did? Well it speaks volumes.

Notice how he didn't come to you? You said and did nothing. I did. I told him to stay away. Actually I threatened his life. It's quite hilarious, he has this little weird imp to try and stick up for him claiming lives lay down by the thousands. She even used the word literal. Precious little thing, really. I just want to pat her on the head and smile and nod. Regardless you do not owe him an apology nor do I wish you to seek him out. He won't remember anything; except he told the little imp so I'm sure she won't let him forget. It was his first transition week, so like you; he won't know what happened. I will say I was not nice, I threatened him and will make sure you are never touched by him again.

Apparently you play games which is funny considering you were doing nothing, had no say or knowledge of mine or anyone elses words. If someone wishes to make a comment based on what they publicly see? Well they are grown up enough to do it. They are also so grown up and adult enough not to have to seek out permission to speak with this person who claims to be genuine. But please, send the imp some flowers; thanking her for helping you dodge bullets. You might not be mean, not be as angry as I am but you have me, my presence and the ability to command the seas. Don’t sell yourself short. I know it made you feel bad that he ignored you and quite literally did a sloppy job at hiding it; but you are not the reason.

He won't and nor will Volstagg — his other self be bothering with you again. Rest easy and look forward to knowing your small circle is as sturdy as ever. The bad ones have a way of weeding themselves out quickly. Just be yourself, don't ignore him because that is low and since you did nothing wrong you don't need to cower, waiting and hoping he forgives you for something you, yourself had no control over. You are not a stage five clinger, especially since you had no ties and you didn't make him literally uproot to get away from you. You are also not delusional. They made fun of you/me for two rounds of cards against humanity. I've been told by more than three people. I was told the cards played and the comments made in the chat so as much as they can deny they did anything dirty to you; they did it behind your back. I’m also certain that after you come to; you'll have bigger things to worry about. Just remember whom you are, and that you're not alone. I'm with you and you are not crazy.

She closed the journal, wound the leather strap and tightened it to secure it then slipped it back into her nightstand drawer. She pushed herself off her bed and grabbed the clothes and bringing them over to the hamper. Walking out of her room she went to founders tank and fed him before going to her kitchen and grabbing a bottle of wine and a long stem wine glass and going over to her couch. It was dark having been not long after midnight. She turned on the TV and let that be her only light source and sound as she found a movie to play background noise. She sat silently, drinking her wine and thinking about what she awoke to and the new information.