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[bluediamondyero]

The young man stumbles in, bleeding and bruised. He looks at his surroundings a minute -- they're decidedly not what he had left. For one thing, there's less men trying to kill him, it's quite a lot brighter, and he wasn't in this much pain a few minutes ago. He has got a ring on his finger, though he's in no condition to register it at the moment. About all he's in any condition to do is slowly make his way over to a chair, flop in it, and close his eyes wearily.

Typist: Fiyero of Wicked, re-typisted and partially reset. He remembers April and the babies, but nothing else aside from that. :) Have fun?