That was a pretty sweet day...

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What is that? That, out there, onthewingoftheplane? Could it be? Is such a thing possible?

Could some people actually be having a good day in Chicago?

Chance Adams is sitting on top of her sweatshirt in an alleyway, the back of her t-shirt rolled up behind her neck, smiling gaily. She looks like a mess, having lived on the streets for a while

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Martha and Emily are taking a walk through Grant Park. With the storm growing ever closer toward the Rift, Emily can't stand to stay in any one place for long. It hurts to be close to such a big Rift, but she'd rather spend some time at the Conrad than be stuck at home with only her thoughts and the other children to distract her.

Martha has stopped to talk to an archangel by a fountain. Emily happens to look across the park and see Gladys. She nudges Martha, who looks over at Gladys and waves.

With Martha's permission, Emily hurries over to Gladys and smiles as bright as she can manage. She hasn't seen the angel since the Christmas party. "Hello, again!"

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys smiles brightly at Emily. "Well hello there!" she says. "How are you on this fine, fine day?" She pulls a plate of cookies off the wagon and peels back the saran wrap. "Would you like a cookie?"

Because really, she doesn't know how to start a conversation when it doesn't revolve around cookies. Well, she probably does. But she likes to keep that to herself.

[who_will_buy]

"I am fine," Emily says, not because she is, but because that's what people say in response to How are you?. The truth is she's anxious and nervous and worn out from the Rift, but that's not what people are supposed to say. "How are you, Miss Gladys?"

Her smile widens past the tired. She nods emphatically.

"A cookie would be nice. Thank you." Emily leans up on her tip toes and looks at the plate. "What kind have you made?"

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Gladys smiles, an almost dazed look on her face because she feels something off with Emily's statement, but she's not about to say anything. "I am wonderful," she says instead. "It's a glorious day and the park is just beautiful." She closes her eyes for a minute to just soak in the wonderful of the day.

And then she opens them and peers down at the plate of cookies. "Oh, uh, quite a few chocolate chip, a few sugar, peanut butter, oatmeal and raisin... your ususal fare, I suppose." She smiles. "Which one would you like?"