[20:48] * Elizabeth hasn't been to the bar in...forever. It's late and she's tired and she's still carting around pictures of houses and pros and cons lists and her assorted Very Organized plans, which she drops on the bar in search of a drink.
( [20:50] * Threnody comes in from the back, and stops when she sees Elizabeth. )

To: "Threnody Weir" <...>

From: "Elizabeth Weir" <...>

Subject: barcelona & birthdays

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Thren-

I did mean to get back to you about dates earlier, but I've been slightly preoccupied. I should be back in the building the 14th or 15th -- the ( Read more... )

Introduction.
Hello, I'm Dr Weir -- Elizabeth. Elizabeth is fine. I'll be doing this alone--I am currently involved, but I'm sure you should at least share a home before you share a therapist. I think it'd be personally useful. Or Astrid talked me into it; one or the other ( Read more... )

( welcome home. )

( i have been here many times before )

Elizabeth wakes up.

The truth is, of course, that she doesn't. When she does wake up, she'll know that. She knows the shape of these lies; they're familiar, if not remotely comforting ( Read more... )

It doesn't have to be a bad dream to break your heart -- just a little.

(That's why Elizabeth hates to dream.)

Elizabeth is often tired, but rarely tired enough not to think of someone else. Someone, right now, is apparently this recently acquired sister that she hasn't talked to enough lately. It occurs to her through the hangover, as she's stumbling around the suite trying to remember why all that alcohol was a good idea and then striving immediately ( Read more... )

( and you remember, the jingles used to go )

Elizabeth leaves a series of phone messages, starting at about eight am on Friday morning, after posting to her journal.

( The Petrellis. )