Emma's New York / Abandoned Lower Level Under the 42nd Street Station / Early-early Sunday Morning

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had another two weeks of winter break from ESU, so she'd been staying with Hank, helping the scientist with both his projects and some telepathic therapy to recover his memories. Bit-by-bit they were getting there, but whatever trauma Hank had undergone had been monstrous, and while Emma had been mastering her powers in leaps and bounds over

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[wantstoforget]

With almost a hundred years in play, the speed of paper mail mattered not at all. Sebastien's letter would be waiting in Emma's mailbox whenever she deigned to check it.

The notepaper was ecru, and the words on it were inked in a neat, old-fashioned hand that actually looked a bit like Jack's.

Dear Miss Frost