[It's a lovely, clear Valentine's Day afternoon, and Quinn Hatch is running through the streets as fast as his long, lanky legs will carry him. Like many Mayfieldians, he received a mysteries package in the mail that came along with a flood of unexplained but forceful memories. Was it real, or was it Mayfield up to its old tricks again
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Nothing else was important anymore. Not the romantic evening had planned to seduce William, not that tragic fact that her darling Sebastian was no where to be found. Because Sebastian was no longer important! She had to find Quinn. The love of her life. Even if it had been short lived. He wasn't Sebastian, or Madam Red, or William. He was her one true Romeo.]
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As he turns a corner, he sees a blur of red pass him by heading the other way. A somehow familiar red blur. Could it be...?]
...Grell!
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Nothing could make her feel better! Nothing in the whole of the entire universe! She'd finally been able to remember her one true love, the love above all the rest, and he'd been here, but now, now she couldn't find him anywhere! She'd looked and looked and looked. Her darling Quinn was no where to be found.
And it was Valentine's Day to boot! The most romantic day of the year, and she couldn't find the love of her life.
And dammit all! Now someone was calling her name! Well she would show that person, to interrupt a woman on a love hunt.
She whirled around and just stopped. Stopped dead.]
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Quinn~? Oh my darling~ It's been so very long~
[She's throwing herself at him arms outstretched. Her heart is just over flowing. This is positively the best thing that could have happened. Ever.]
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