Natalie's Duplex, The Hegemony Compound, Brazil, Sunday

[whenshewasnice]

Don't ask how Natalie ended up on the bathroom floor. She wasn't even entirely sure herself. Something about an identity complex and an inopportunely timed (if more than welcome) transformation back to normal, probably. The fact remained that that was where she woke up, with dried blood over her top lip and Moxy licking her face.

She woke up. Her

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[kirked]

It was early when Jim's phone went off. So, he ignored it. For awhile. He'd had a terrible week and just wanted to sleep for the day but his body wasn't having that.

So, he eventually rolled over, grabbed his phone and peered at the message. For a few seconds, he didn't really process what he was reading and almost threw his phone down on the floor.

But, he got it eventually. And, after some thought, sent a message back because he wasn't sure how she was just from those two words.

Welcome back.

[whenshewasnice]

Even Natalie herself wasn't sure how she was. Disoriented, maybe? She sat down by her kitchen table.

Thanks. Hi.

[kirked]

Hi. You all right?

Seemed like a good thing to say.

[whenshewasnice]

It was one of the most logical things, at least. Even if Natalie ended up just looking blankly at the message for a few moments.

Because she really wasn't sure.

I haven't been around for a month, was what she came up with. I'm not sure I even know what all right feels like right now.

[so_hawkward]

Clint grinned when his phone beeped and he saw the message.

Hey welcome back! Kind of.

[whenshewasnice]

It'd be a while before Natalie would get to anything resembling grinning. But it was good to be back.

Thanks. Is the island back to normal too?

[so_hawkward]

Yup. We are officially weird-crap free. Are you totally back to normal?

He was hoping this whole mess didn't leave her with like, a third eye or something.

[whenshewasnice]

Nothing quite so drastic.

Physically yes, mentally no.

And that was the most clinical way she could put it.