[Emma obviously has no idea that her communicator is on, or else she would never let herself be seen like this. She's running around the first floor, her shoes in her hands. Her face is a bright red color, and she's out of breath
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Are you two okay? I haven't heard from you in a while... something scary's going on, usually I can hear their fights from floors away. I sure hope they're not hurt...
If you two don't contact me soon, I'm going to have to go looking for you.
[Emma tried to make this private, like some sort of diary entry. But... she failed.]
I have to say, I enjoyed the last event a bit. Having children who were old enough that I didn't have to change diapers or wipe up vomit gave me a taste of something that I really don't think will happen anytime soon. But, if only they'd GET ALONG.
Rachel, Kurt... I'm sorry if I made you two feel awkward this last event. I didn't mean to, but in retrospect it's sort of creepy in a Sandy Ryerson type way. I'm very sorry.