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Tracy tends not to be the most observent when she receives a letter from James. She can't help it. Those letters make her day. Any other man, up to and including her father, wouldn't bother writing to her or any girl bad enough to be locked up in a loony farm. But James--James bothers. James cares. James is the one who bailed her out in Royale-Les-Eaux, who tried to save her, who's writing to her. So forgive her if she sometimes runs into doors, walls, other people while reading the letter. Forgive her if she --
-- flash. BANG. --
-- winds up in Paris.
She's not so absorbed as to miss the flash and the bang. She's not so absorbed as to ignore that the scenery has changed. She lowers the letter, looks around her, and recognizes. She's been here. It has no business being in the "loony farm". To begin with, it's several miles away from Switzerland. When she was here last, it looked different. It looked beautiful. It looked --
-- the Eiffel Tower was standing.
It's not anymore.
She drops the letter. She screams.
[ ooc: *waves* hai! i'm finally posting. i...won't be here all day, as there are birfday festivities to be had w/ mom, but i won't be gone all day, either. ]