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A postcard sent to Lorna Dane, at the Demeter in Los Angeles, with a stamp and postmark from Greece, and this image on the face.
Dear Lorna,
I guess you know by now that I'm not at the mansion anymore.
I'm sorry I left without saying good-bye. To be fair I didn't say good-bye to much of anybody. Logan, but that was only to tell him not to come after me. I didn't want him to come after me, but I spent the last couple nights sitting out on the porch and waiting. There's a porch here, and a hammock, and I sit out at night with the dog and listen to the sea. He didn't come, of course, I asked him not to. He's not really what I'm waiting for. I think what I'm waiting for has to do with the sea, and the stars, and the way it's so quiet here at night.
Charles owns this place, if you don't know. He lived here for a while with Ms. Voght, after his accident. That was before the school, I was still a kid, but he'd been my doctor for a while. He sent me some postcards. He sent me this same postcard, though I'd forgotten until I saw it in the shop. It's a silly coincidence; the phoenix is a pretty widespread symbol. It's almost a cliche.
I don't think anyone has lived here for years. I did, for a while, when there was an accident with the X-men, and I thought everyone was dead. But since then, I don't know who's been here. The place was kind of a shambles when I came in, sand everywhere, cobwebs and mildew on the sheets that had been on the furniture. I just sat down in the middle of the floor, and I cried. Then I thought, 'What am I doing?' I closed my eyes and thought about how I wanted it to be, and when I opened my eyes it was. I felt like Mary Poppins! Maybe I should can the whole hero thing and become a nanny. (I know I'd suck. No jokes!)
Well, I've written all over this card, and I've been all about me. I hope you're well and Henry's well and your work is going well. I don't tell you often enough how I admire the things you do. I know how hard you're trying, and I know I haven't been the easiest person to talk to in the time since I've been back. I wish all messes were as easy to clean up as the one I found in this house, but it doesn't always work that way. I'm trying though.
I miss you. I love you.
-Jean
Dear Lorna,
I guess you know by now that I'm not at the mansion anymore.
I'm sorry I left without saying good-bye. To be fair I didn't say good-bye to much of anybody. Logan, but that was only to tell him not to come after me. I didn't want him to come after me, but I spent the last couple nights sitting out on the porch and waiting. There's a porch here, and a hammock, and I sit out at night with the dog and listen to the sea. He didn't come, of course, I asked him not to. He's not really what I'm waiting for. I think what I'm waiting for has to do with the sea, and the stars, and the way it's so quiet here at night.
Charles owns this place, if you don't know. He lived here for a while with Ms. Voght, after his accident. That was before the school, I was still a kid, but he'd been my doctor for a while. He sent me some postcards. He sent me this same postcard, though I'd forgotten until I saw it in the shop. It's a silly coincidence; the phoenix is a pretty widespread symbol. It's almost a cliche.
I don't think anyone has lived here for years. I did, for a while, when there was an accident with the X-men, and I thought everyone was dead. But since then, I don't know who's been here. The place was kind of a shambles when I came in, sand everywhere, cobwebs and mildew on the sheets that had been on the furniture. I just sat down in the middle of the floor, and I cried. Then I thought, 'What am I doing?' I closed my eyes and thought about how I wanted it to be, and when I opened my eyes it was. I felt like Mary Poppins! Maybe I should can the whole hero thing and become a nanny. (I know I'd suck. No jokes!)
Well, I've written all over this card, and I've been all about me. I hope you're well and Henry's well and your work is going well. I don't tell you often enough how I admire the things you do. I know how hard you're trying, and I know I haven't been the easiest person to talk to in the time since I've been back. I wish all messes were as easy to clean up as the one I found in this house, but it doesn't always work that way. I'm trying though.
I miss you. I love you.
-Jean