A/N: This story is the sequel to (and basically continuation of) At the End of the Night. If you have not already read that story, this story will make no sense whatsoever. This story will also continue with quite a few original characters and this chapter in particular has a lot of back story on a couple of them. I hope you don't find it/them (and this chapter) too tedious. I also hope you manage to stay with me again as this story will turn things around a bit and ramp up the action. All that is in the future -- just keep reading. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed At the End of the Night. You make doing this so much easier. Alice …………………..
The Morning After Dark
Part 3 All Down (continued)
Chapter 1: 100 Years
Prologue
Less than one hundred years ago all the things we take for granted were nothing but science fiction. No global communications, no air travel around the world in mere hours, no computers to tie us together and process all our day to day goings on at lightening fast speeds.
A man in a small town in southwestern Nova Scotia walked to work every day no BlackBerry on his hip, no Bluetooth in his ear, and no laptop computer in a bag over his shoulder. The office of the shipbuilding company he worked for was just down over the hill from the house his grandfather had built and where he now lived.
The people he met on his walk to work were familiar to him and if he wanted to talk to his friends and acquaintances, he just stopped and did so. Face to face, person to person. No need to hurry, hurry, call you later, text me, message me, IM me.
How far we have come from then; how different it is now. We are no longer one small town. We are one small world. We communicate all over the earth in real time, instantly. We are spread all over this planet yet all together here. Our world is no longer just that short walk from here to there. Our short walk is the circumference of the globe.
How many things we take for granted: power to keep our houses bright and warm and all our tools and toys available, telephones, cell phones and Internet so we can talk about next to nothing endlessly, computers to run everything we care about and rely on, and everything we don't even know about yet rely on just the same.
In just one hundred years we have come so very far. So far that maybe we are past the point of no return. Maybe a step back is beyond our ability. What would happen if all our technology just went away? Where would we be then; in the dark; lost and alone?
That man in the small town in Nova Scotia was my grandfather. He never knew me. If he did know me in the world I live in now, I'm sure envy is the last thing he would feel.
18:35 hours EST The BAU Quantico, Virginia
Agent Derek Morgan placed a mug of herbal tea, bag still in, in front of his friend and colleague Penelope Garcia and touched her hand reassuringly. "How are you doing?" he asked his voice gentle.
Garcia looked up taking her eyes off the table top where she had been seeing without caring every scratch and stain on the solid surface for some time. "My entire world has come to a screeching train wreck of a halt, Derek, and to be perfectly honest, I'm not really sure how I am." She stirred the tea absently, pressed the bag against the side of the mug with the spoon. "Lost would be a start. I'm bereft of purpose and feel devoid of meaning. Those work too." She set the spoon with the bag on the table beside her mug, took a tentative sip.
"I'm worried about JJ and I wish I knew where Emily was and if she's safe. I hope Hotch is with his son and they are safe and I hope Rossi is, well I'm sure he'll be safe wherever he is." Beside her Morgan sighed and tried his best to smile.
"They have closed the gates," Spencer Reid announced as he walked toward them smoothing back a loose strand of hair from his eyes. "Everyone who wanted to go has left. No one will be allowed into, or out of, the campus for a while or until the situation stabilizes."
Morgan and Garcia just looked at him watching as he clasped his hands together and nervously looked away.
"You know what I am happy about?" Garcia looked at each of her two friends in turn. "I'm happy you guys are here with me," she smiled brightly and reached to hug Morgan.
"Yeah, baby girl," Morgan hugged her back, "me too."
Reid waited self-consciously while Garcia came toward him and gathered him in a strong embrace. Once her arms were around him he felt the simple reassurance of being close to another human being in a time of such uncertainty.
"Me too," Reid said patting Garcia's back. He let his eyes find Morgan's for a moment and nodded at the other man as he repeated, "me too."
When Garcia finally let him go he smoothed back his hair again and finished telling them his news. "They are opening the cafeteria. Anyone who wants to volunteer can cook and the rest of us can have whatever we want."
"Sounds like a plan," Morgan slapped Reid on the shoulder as he started toward the glass doors. "Let's go."
Same time, Guerin's house outside of Washington
JJ stood by the big windows overlooking the backyard of the house watching as the last of the day's light faded from the sky. Orange and pink were slowly being replaced by shades of grey and blue as the sun dropped further and further away.
"It's going to be a long night," Mani Grayson said at her elbow, "a very long night."
JJ looked at the other woman and saw the pain so obvious on her face. She had been thinking the same thing and she was sure her expression was no different.
Grayson looked behind them to where two cots had been set up to hold the two unconscious women a small table between with the laptop and its strange, moving displays of vital signs and brain functions split into two, one for Robichaud and one for Guerin. Wires connected each patient, Guerin through her implants and Robichaud through sensors placed on her head and chest. The tall woman, Carmo, sat on the floor next to Guerin's cot her head slumped sideways against Guerin's hip. The cat purred in her arms occasionally nudging her chin with its head though Carmo did not seem to notice.
"Are they going to be alright?" JJ asked watching as Devin Tergensen brought a large tray from the kitchen, placed it on the coffee table and went to Robichaud kissing the older woman gently on the forehead. Tergensen looked up noticing she had been observed. Her eyes met JJ's and quickly looked away as she went to the tray and poured coffee from the carafe.
"Guerin is stable," Grayson was watching Tergensen add cream and sugar to the coffee in her mug. "It's Mich I'm worried about." Tergensen went to sit in one of the club chairs near the fireplace her eyes going to JJ and Grayson by the window as if she had heard what Grayson had said.
"Let's have some coffee," Grayson touched JJ's arm lightly and moved away.
JJ followed the other woman to the big couch, accepted the mug of coffee she handed her. They could both see the laptop screen, could see that one of the patient's outputs seemed much weaker than the other.
"What happened to them?" JJ asked Grayson, catching and holding the other woman's gaze. About fifteen feet away she could feel Tergensen watching, listening.
"Guerin received a powerful shock," Grayson began slowly. "She's very sensitive to all the people around her; can feel people on a level beyond what we call normal. She's able to block it out most of the time -- she wouldn't be able to survive let alone cope if she didn't. I think that," Grayson hesitated then knowing her words would sound strange to the other woman, "Guerin felt many, many people die suddenly and all in the same exact instant and it was too much for her. It was a shock like she has never felt before."
"And Doctor Robichaud," JJ took a sip from her mug, "what happened to her?"
"Mich tried to hold Guerin back; she did hold her back actually."
Out of the corner of her eye JJ saw Tergensen clutch her cheek with her hand her expression suddenly troubled. "I'm not sure I…" JJ started.
"I suppose all this must seem like some bad semi-supernatural lesbian soap opera to you," Grayson smiled. "And it is, I guess, in a way." Her eyes went to Guerin then Robichaud then back to JJ. "We are all bonded together in a weird way through Guerin. I suspect even your Doctor Reid felt the same shock the three of us did since he has been close to Guerin."
JJ thought of Reid and how different he had been since that day he and Emily had come back from finding the bodies at the property in Virginia. The property Garcia had found once belonged to the suspect Bennett's dead grandmother.
"Mich's bond with Guerin is the strongest," Grayson continued. "She's the only one who could have kept Guerin from going beyond reach."
Tergensen turned her head away burying her face in the cushion of her chair. As JJ watched the red headed woman's shoulders shook slightly.
"Mich has always been Guerin's anchor; her connection to reality and to humanity. She was there first at that godforsaken prison in Arizona. They called her in to consult when Guerin, who was supposed to be in a deep unrecoverable coma, began exhibiting strange behavior."
JJ felt a tingle of apprehension crawl along her spine and a cold chill settled over her as Grayson began to tell the bizarre story of the wounded and comatose woman now lying on the cot in front of them.
They had been leaving her to die, the murderer without a family to care about her, and for all intents she was already gone. Then odd things began to happen at her bedside: objects were moved, knocked over or otherwise disturbed. They placed a hidden camera to capture evidence of who was going into her room without permission and caught instead a tissue box, flower vase and clock moving on their own.
That unknown and ever present department of the government that kept its ear to the ground for such strange goings on (very "X-Files" Mani had added with a smile) sent their expert on all things weird and psychological, Micheline Robichaud, to investigate.
Doctor Robichaud found a patient who should have been without any perceivable brain function operating on an entirely different level. Her brain was alive, there was no doubt of that Grayson had verified the findings herself when called by Robichaud to consult, Guerin was just not here. She was somewhere else.
For weeks Robichaud tried to reach her sitting by her bed concentrating, trying to reach out with only her mind and touch Guerin in the place she had gone to, that place between life and death because Robichaud believed there was such a place and that Guerin was not beyond reach. And one day she found her and Guerin latched on and Robichaud brought her back to reality. It was not a smooth transition though. Guerin suffered terribly from headaches and her body had wasted away while in the coma. Once awake they found out she could do fantastic, unbelievable things this girl who had almost died not once but twice; the girl whose hair had fallen out and grown back a bright white.
They worked with her, Mani and Mich, for months trying to make her somewhat normal – as normal as she could ever be considering – helping her over her rage at the loss of Claire and her contempt for the men who had killed Claire and nearly killed her, and the wildness and lack of humanity her long break with reality had left her with.
And they helped her hone her new skills. Someone with the abilities she had was rare beyond belief and a valuable asset. When the-powers-that-be found out what she could do, how she could read people on their basest level, know their thoughts and their memories, they employed her for their own use and she became the interrogator no one could keep a secret from.
"So you work for DHS or some secret government department?" JJ stared at Guerin on her cot watching as she breathed, her chest rising and falling almost imperceptibly.
"Not Homeland Security," Grayson answered. "That's just a cover Devin likes to use because it gets results."
JJ thought of that day at the BAU; Tergensen striding down the hall as if she owned the place Guerin and Robichaud following in her wake.
"The actual group that controls Guerin, gives her assignments, tells her where to go and what to do, is beyond secret and beyond accountability. They are connected more with the NSA than any other real entity."
In the club chair a few feet away, Tergensen gave a snort of derision and looked away.
"It hardly matters who they are. Guerin hates them because they will never let her go, never let her have her own life. Not that she has a real life anymore. All she has is us and the work she does."
JJ looked at Grayson feeling the tired resignation in the older woman. "What kind of life is that? What if she wanted to go home, back to Canada?"
"This is her home now. She has no other place to go. We are her family."
Watching Grayson JJ could see something subtle change in her eyes, could see something troubling her when she said the word 'family'. Across the room Tergensen was watching closely.
"Mich will never leave her, not willingly," Grayson left the sofa and went to the laptop computer crouching with her back to JJ. Feeling Tergensen's eyes on her JJ glanced at the other woman. Their eyes met for a long moment before Tergensen looked away.
Later at the BAU
Garcia, Reid and Morgan sat at a table in the cafeteria with several other people exchanging stories and bonding in the way that only those in a shared predicament can. The current topic was 'most embarrassing moments' and Garcia had just recounted the time she had thought it was Morgan on the phone when in fact it was Director Strauss.
Beside her the FBI Academy firearms instructor could not stop laughing. "I did her requalification a few months ago," the woman managed to squeak out between bouts of laughter. "She was so anal I thought she had a 9mm up her ass not in her hand."
"You should clean her office," an older man across the table spoke up.
"Oh, no, man. I do not want to even go there," Morgan laughed. "Does she make you polish her garbage can?"
"How did you know?" the janitor deadpanned and the table erupted again.
"Check her drawers," Garcia said when the laughter had died to a level she could be heard over. "I bet she's got half of the local sex shop in there."
There were snickers all around as no one disagreed. "I can see that," Reid added and everyone looked his way. "For some people in high stress jobs sex play is an outlet, a way to…"
"Reid, dude, please stop!" Morgan looked at his friend not knowing whether to be concerned or laugh. "If your mind goes down that road it will never come back."
"I think she'd look hot in leather," Reid looked at Morgan his gaze steady.
"Oh, no,no,no," Garcia patted her chest for affect. "That is just too many kinds of wrong."
Over the laughter from all around the table, Morgan and Garcia could see the playfulness come into Reid's eyes as he slowly smiled.
"Reid, you are too much sometimes, you know that?" Morgan told his friend.
Later at Guerin's house
As the long, dark night wore on Robichaud's condition deteriorated. JJ watched as hour after hour either Grayson or Tergensen sat next to the psychologist holding her hands, touching her cheek tenderly and talking softly to her. As Robichaud went downhill so did Tergensen. As Grayson took her place on the couch next to JJ, Tergensen paced toward the windows where she stood still, a dark shadow in the moonlight, head bowed and shoulders slumped in misery.
"You can't reach her?" JJ asked hesitantly unsure of the terminology let alone the actual reality of the strange connection between the women she found herself confined with.
"No," Grayson answered. "Neither of us is strong enough and Carmo," both of them looked at the tall, dark haired woman curled up asleep on the floor beside Guerin's cot the cat a tight, sleeping ball against her abdomen. "Carmo is too disorganized and her bond is with Guerin not Mich though she respects Mich and will listen to her, it's not enough."
Grayson was silent for a long moment before she continued. "I don't think even Guerin could reach Mich."
"How did…" JJ started unable to finish the question.
"Guerin would've died if Mich had not grabbed on to her," Grayson explained and JJ flashed to those seconds just after Guerin had collapsed and Robichaud sagged in her arms.
Mich! Don't let her go!
"Mich gave everything she had to hold Guerin back," Grayson said slowly. "Everything she had."
A little while later
Grayson was in the kitchen when an alarm sounded on the laptop waking JJ from a troubled doze. Tergensen jumped to her feet and stood staring down at Robichaud frozen in fear and shock.
Grayson rushed to kneel next to Robichaud's cot taking the other woman's hand and holding fast. "Mich, don't leave us; please don't leave us."
JJ's eyes were on the two side by side displays on the laptop. Robichaud's side was almost nonexistent while on Guerin's side there was a momentary spike in activity.
On the cot, Robichaud gave a last sigh, her lips moved in a silent whisper, then she was still. The alarm on the laptop stopped its wail only to be replaced by a different sound from Tergensen who had collapsed on the floor her head down on her knees as she rocked back and forth.
"Oh,no,no,no,Mich," she keened over and over. Carmo was sitting up and her dark eyes, wide with anxiety, were moving between Grayson, who was slowly going through the motions of checking Robichaud's vital signs, and Tergensen crouched at the head of Robichaud's cot.
JJ hesitated for only the barest second before going to Tergensen, kneeling beside her and reaching her arms around the other woman. Tergensen fought the embrace struggling like a child her breath ragged as she repeated "no,no,no" over and over.
Without so much as a thought nor, consideration of what it might be, JJ began to sing her voice soft at first then stronger as she reached somewhere inside herself pulling up a strength she didn't know she possessed.
When I find myself in times of trouble mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. In her arms Tergensen stopped fighting, her body relaxing to the point of limp as her keening died to a soft sobbing. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be… JJ raised her head and met Grayson's eyes her voice strengthening as she saw the tears on the other woman's face.
Let it be, let it be, let it be, oh let be, whisper words of wisdom, let it be. Tergensen was clutching at her now pressing her face into JJ's chest reduced to nothing more than the barest need.And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me, shine until tomorrow, let it be…
Later at the BAU
Garcia, Reid and Morgan were gathered in Hotchner's office silently staring out the windows waiting for the long night to end. Eventually the morning after the long dark night would come and they would carry on with whatever was on the other side. Until then, they were left to wonder and worry about the friends who were not with them and their families, such as they were, who could not be reached by phone or Internet since those conveniences once taken so simply and easily for granted no longer existed.
Same time at Guerin's
"Thank you for that," Grayson sat beside JJ placing a pill bottle on the coffee table. They both looked at Tergensen curled tightly in the club chair her eyes vacant. "She will rest once the sedative takes effect."
"It was the least I could do," JJ said absently.
"So simple it is to have so much love," Grayson spread her long hand over JJ's, pressed down for a moment before drawing away.
"I'm sorry about Mich," JJ caught the other woman's hand, held it tight. "Just before she -- before this all happened -- she was telling me about… she was thinking about her daughter in Holland."
Grayson looked away obviously pained. "Her daughter is in Rotterdam. I've talked to her on the phone a few times but never met her. She's twenty one, a student I think." Grayson looked away again for a moment. "And her husband is in Brussels. I suppose when this is all over I will have to try to contact them."
Carmo came back into the room and began to take apart the empty cot. JJ didn't bother to ask where the tall woman had taken Robichaud's body. Grayson let go of JJ's hand and covered her face with her hands sighing deeply. JJ gave her a moment before touching her shoulder lightly. "You loved her, Mani?"
Grayson looked up a smile spreading across her mouth. "Mich was easy to love. That's probably why her husband let her go but still kept what small piece of her he could keep." Her smile cracked then her eyes filling with tears. "I loved her, I did. Not like Devin did, though." Grayson propped her chin on her fist ignoring the tears that rolled down her cheeks and dripped off her jaw. Her eyes were on the red headed woman across the room.
JJ looked at Tergensen sitting in the chair her arms around her raised knees she was still but not asleep.
"Devin found something in Mich she couldn't find in anyone else, especially not Guerin."
"What's her story?" JJ asked softly her eyes never leaving Tergensen.
Grayson took a deep breath and sat back sinking into the warm cushions of the sofa. "Devin is so conflicted," she began. "You know if you asked her, she would tell you she's straight. Yet she loved Mich with everything she had."
"And Mich…" JJ prompted knowing firsthand how it felt to be conflicted and also knowing how that conflict was so easily solved by one person. She felt her throat tighten as she thought of Emily.
"Mich loved her like a daughter, and she loved me like the friend and colleague I was," once again JJ could see the pain behind Grayson's eyes and recognized it for what it was: unrequited love. "Guerin was the only one Mich truly gave all of herself to and that went beyond sex, their bond was so deep. Devin could never accept that. All she knew was Guerin had something she so desperately needed."
Grayson wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. "Guerin could never understand why they put Devin with us. She and Mich and I had been together from the beginning and then they threw Devin into our midst. Guerin thought it might be punishment against her since she does love her red headed girls, Guerin does," Grayson laughed lightly, "and Devin does bear a superficial resemblance to Claire. More likely it was a punishment against Devin."
JJ said nothing just waited for the other woman to continue.
"Devin was in her first year at West Point when they kicked her out after finding her in bed with a female instructor. Her family had some connections and she went next to the FBI Academy. She managed to make it through although her record was less than exemplary due to her way of getting under everyone's skin in more ways than one. She never served with the FBI; where she went after that she keeps a secret, but it was probably the CIA. Then she came to us. We were already a twisted little circle the three of us. You would think she would've gravitated right to Guerin, since Guerin has such pull in that way, but not Devin; no, she went right to Mich. Her love went to Mich, at least, her addiction went to Guerin. Mich saw that and tried to balance the dark rawness Devin had with Guerin with an unconditional love even if it wasn't sexual."
JJ was watching Tergensen across the room feeling a greater understanding of the other woman and all her conflicts and complexities. "I never felt conflicted that way," she found herself saying, "at least not with Emily. I've made some bad decisions in my life; Emily certainly was never one."
"And she's not a simple one to love…"
"Oh, she's easy to love," JJ cut Grayson off. "She's just…" JJ left off unable to explain Emily and all her demons. Instead, she reached into her pocket and took out her BlackBerry. Powering it back on, she skipped over the "looking for service" display and found Emily's text message. Handing the phone to Grayson she watched the other woman's reaction as she read the text.
I am coming back to you, Wait for me, I will be there, Emily
"She loves you, that's for sure," Grayson smiled. "God protect anyone that stands in her way." For a long moment she was silent. "There's still time for you two, at least," she finally said looking at JJ for only a moment before looking away again.
This time the silence between them stretched much longer. JJ spared a quick look at her watch. It was 05:35. Soon the sun would rise again and those that had made through to the end of the night would reappear to assess the damage and carry on.
JJ thought of her parents hiding out in the basement of the old house she had grown up in. She could picture in her mind the first rays of sun slanting in through the narrow, dirty windows and so clearly in her mind she could see her father pulling the axe handle out of where it was wedged to keep the doors locked tight. He would throw open the big outside door, and step out cautiously looking around and hopefully seeing everything just as he had left it. Henry would bound up the steps behind him eager to get out and tackle the next adventure.
Emily was not nearly such a clear image. JJ wished, not for the first time, she knew where she was and what she was doing.
"Don't worry about Emily," Grayson said as if reading her thoughts. "She's a helluva tough girl. If she wants to make it back to you, she will."
"She was here, wasn't she?" JJ finally asked the question that had been on her mind all through the night.
"She was here twice. The first time I made her breakfast and talked to her," Grayson's tone was reflective, not troubled. "She was very confused by her contact with Guerin. It was stirring up things in her she found painful, things she didn't want brought out."
"The second time?"
"That was much different. I wasn't here when it happened. I arrived after the fact. After Emily knocked Guerin unconscious and Carmo nearly killed her for it."
JJ felt her blood pressure rise at those words and she looked at the tall woman sitting on the floor by Guerin's cot playing with the cat. She was certainly odd but hardly looked dangerous except possibly as a physical threat. Even that didn't fly since JJ knew there was hardly a woman born that could beat Emily in a fair fight.
"Guerin has a way of pushing at people and some people don't like it much. Guerin probably went too far with Emily simply because she was attracted to her. Mich told me Guerin was trying to help her sort out all the feelings that had been stirred up in her, but I know Guerin; nothing is that simple with her."
JJ looked at the woman lying on the cot and thought about how, only less than a day ago, they had sat on this same couch and JJ had looked into eyes she found both honest and cold at the same time.
"Don't worry about Emily and Guerin. If nothing else Guerin learned her lesson there."
JJ wasn't totally satisfied. "What about her?" she nodded to Carmo, "why would she want to kill Emily?"
"Carmo was protecting Guerin," Grayson watched as the tall Portuguese woman giggled like a child as she teased the cat. "Emily went after Guerin in a rage. The only one who could break the grip Emily had on Guerin was Carmo."
"You don't mean literally, do you?" JJ asked slowly, wondering how she could possibly imagine anything else.
"No, not literally," Grayson replied. "Emily resisted Guerin; pushed back against Guerin being in her head – as it were. Not very many people can resist Guerin and no one has ever beaten her on her own turf."
"So Carmo is like Guerin?"
Grayson let out a long breath. "Not exactly, no. Carmo is moderately autistic," when JJ frowned, Grayson elaborated. "Oh, she can function on a high level when she wants to and she loves those computers. If you just saw her in that environment you'd think she was a genius."
Again JJ waited out the other woman.
"When Mich found her Carmo was in a catatonic state. She's from the Azores and she was at a special school in France when…" Grayson shook her head unable to continue. When Grayson sat up, JJ could see the weight of Robichaud's death and Carmo's unknown tragedy on her shoulders.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," JJ said sympathetically.
"It's a terrible story," Grayson started looking at Carmo who was now holding the cat belly up and stretched out like a string bean. Laughing she blew raspberries into the cat's fur. "No less tragic than Claire's when you consider the abuse men can put women through and in Carmo's case, she was just a girl. And she lived."
Grayson directed her next words at the tall woman. "Carmo," she said sharply to get the woman's attention, and then spoke slowly enunciating each word clearly. "Why don't you feed Hermione? I'm sure she must be hungry." Carmo considered this for a moment before getting to her feet and heading for the kitchen. The cat ran after her tagging her heels with a clever paw and making Carmo laugh.
"Guerin reached Carmo and brought her back just like Mich had brought Guerin back. That's why their bond is so strong and Carmo will throw herself into any situation to protect Guerin. She just doesn't think like we do. She thinks on a much baser level and the autism makes her both disorganized and focused at the same time in the same way she can be both loyal and without a conscience as well.
"So confusing this little world of ours you've found yourself caught in," Grayson smiled sadly at JJ. "And you came here looking for Emily and found us instead." Patting JJ's knee Grayson got up to check on Guerin.
"Mani, thank you for talking to me," JJ said to the older woman's back where she knelt beside Guerin's cot. "I'm so sorry about Mich."
Grayson paused, her hand on the laptop's keyboard. Her head with the short dark curls flecked here and there with grey dropped forward and after a beat or two she nodded almost imperceptibly.
JJ got up from the couch crossing the great room to the doors to the patio. She worked the lock undone and stepped outside.
The air was crisp but not cold in the fresh way that winter can sometimes bring. Walking away from the house she turned toward the east and stood watching as the sky changed ever so slowly from the deepest blue to the lighter shades of blue on the horizon. Like the night before when she had watched the sun go down, the colours were the same only the greys came first with the pinks next in reverse order of the sunset.
Clutching her arms tight around her chest she thought of Henry and had no doubt he was safe with her parents. When that thought was complete her mind went to Emily.
I know you're out there. I know you're coming back to me. I love you, Emily. Please get here soon. I'm waiting for you.
100 Years – Five For Fighting
Next: Chapter 2: Come Back to Me