Chapter Three

"Uh- yeah, Dad. I know." Leda said, unsure of why she was talking about Mercury being in retrograde. Again. "Molly told me."

"Yes, yes. Molly. Of course." He muttered, as though he knew who Molly was, even though Leda knew he didn't remember a single thing she had told him the last time she had seen him. She knew this because the last time they had seen one another had ended in disaster and tears. Her tears. Not his. Because he 'wasn't ill, you see'. No-no. Not ill. But he knew. He just knew that the Vile Vortices were real and if she would just listen.

Yeah. He knew everything about the goddamn Vile Vortices, but he didn't know when his own daughter was sobbing in front of him or that he was supposed to tie his hospital gown at the back otherwise his arse hung out for everyone to see. Some genius he was.

"And did you know that Mercury in retrograde means that the Bermuda Triangle Vortice is open? Now, if you could only help me leave this place, I could charter a pla-"

"Yeah. No. About that, Dad." Leda interrupted, too tired to listen to her dad rant about the Vile Vortices for the millionth time in her life. She dropped onto the edge of her bed, mattress dipping under her weight. Her forgotten ready meal wobbled beside her from the disruption. "Do you know a man called Dr Samuel Morgan?"

Her dad continued like he hadn't heard her.

"-to the drop site. Perhaps we may even have to go by boat, but the portal is open, Leda. I know it is. I can feel it. And I know you can feel it too. It's in your blood. It's in your-"

"Dad!" Leda struggled to keep her voice level. Why was he always like this?

"Blood- what- yes, Leda? Yes?" He asked.

Leda knew he was sick, but it was sometimes easy to forget when he sounded like that. Like her dad who just forgot to stop talking and not a man who went insane and tried to steal a plane to fly to Bermuda after being arrested on suspicion of murder.

She breathed deeply out of her mouth, mentally counting back from five before she spoke again.

"I said, do you know a Dr Samuel Morgan? He's a professor of Geobiology at The University of Edinburgh."

"Well." Her dad said slowly. He hmm'd and she could imagine him tapping his chin the way he did whenever he was deep in thought. Her mum had always called it his dork face. That was before everything went to crap, though. Now Leda just felt irrationally annoyed the longer he went without talking.

"Well?" Leda prompted, trying to sound calm and not like she desperately wanted to be anywhere else.

"Yes. I know a man by that name, but he didn't teach at Edinburgh. He was a professor at Oxford with me when you were small and your mother was- was-"

Leda glanced at her desktop screen that had dimmed slightly from inactivity, reading the words of the university page

… PREVIOUSLY AN ARCHAEOLOGY PROFESSOR AT THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD…

"Before your mother-" her dad kept trying to get the words out as she stared at the picture of Dr Samuel Morgan.

"It's ok, dad." She said quietly, turning her stare to her hands. "It's ok."

Leda heard her dad swallow on the other end of the line. She needed to change the subject fast. There was no way she wanted to get into a conversation with her dad about her mum. There weren't enough stars in the sky or hours in the day for them to hash out everything they needed to talk about, and Dr Samuel Morgan's reappearance was too important to let go. Leda only had enough brain capacity for one calamitous problem at a time.

"So, how did you know this Samuel Morgan from Oxford, then?" Leda asked after the silence had stretched.

"Well." Her dad paused again and Leda's hand twitched at his unconscious stalling. "I knew him for years when we taught at Oxford together. He was in an adjacent faculty, you see. Humanities. You know he was always quite a jolly fellow; went grey quite young. He was very interested in the work I was conducting about the Vile Vortices. He often helped with research when he could."

Leda chewed on her bottom lip as she listened and glanced at her forgotten ready meal. She picked up her fork, sliding it under the plastic topper to swirl around the pasta and sauce beneath. A thin plume of smoke escaped through the gap. At least it was still sort of hot.

"He always had interests in the field of Geobiology but it was young then." Her dad continued. "It was barely even a teachable subject back then, but he was very interested in it and its connections to the Vile Vortices."

Leda hmm'd, still swirling her fork in her ready meal.

"Why did you want to know, Petal?" He asked.

Leda dropped the fork into the meal, grimacing as the silver was swallowed by the rich tomato sauce. Her dad hadn't called her Petal in years. Maybe The Eyrie was doing it's job.

"Is it about the Vile Vortices? And Mercury in retrograde?"

Or maybe The Eyrie hadn't helped at all.

"No, dad." Leda muttered. She lay back on her bed and stared at the white, ingrain wallpapered celling. "It isn't about that. I just heard his name and wondered."

"Oh." Her dad sounded disappointed and Leda felt a twist of guilt in her gut. "Is that the only reason you rang?"

"Yeah." Leda said. She could have lied, she knew. Made up something about wanting to hear his voice to make him feel better but all the talk about Vile Vortices and the fact that it felt like her body was about to shut down from exhaustion was just too much. Her patience and sympathy were almost depleted. "That's the only reason."

"Right. Of course. Well it was nice to hear your voice, Leda." He sounded even more sad.

"Dad." Leda couldn't help the whine of longing in her voice. He almost sounded normal. Almost. And then he spoke again, and the moment was lost.

"Now, about my release from this place." He said and Leda groaned. "I've been using my allotted computer time to research flights from London to Bermuda. If you would just-"

"Dad, I have to go."

"There is a flight that leaves tomorrow at seven am. Signing me out will only take an hour or two and-"

"Dad! I have to go." She interrupted with a shout.

Her dad stopped talking and grew silent.

"Look." Leda said, feeling as though her guilt and sadness was going to close her throat. "I-I'll call you later this week. I promise. We can talk about- we can maybe talk about you coming out for a few days a week. But you have to stop with this retrograde nonsense and the Vile Vortices, or they won't- they won't let me take you. You have to let it go, Dad."

Her dad didn't respond.

So she added in a whisper: "You have to let her go. You have to let Mum go."

The only sound in her room was the whir of her crappy computer and her uneven breathing. Leda cleared her throat when her dad kept quiet.

"Dad. Look. I love you. But I have to g-"

The dial tone sounded, and she sighed, letting the phone drop onto the bed beside her.

Well shit. Now what was she going to do?

A yawn clicked her jaw wide and she turned on her side, blinking blearily up at the Dr Morgan's smiling face, still dimly illuminated on her PC screen. Sleep overtook her not long after. Mercifully, whatever cruel God had thus far made sure to ruin her life, took a rare pitying stance and granted her a deep, dreamless sleep.

.

"A letter came for you while you were out."

Days had passed and Leda hadn't heard a thing from Dr Morgan. She had taken cabs to and from work, not trusting the open road or public transport where he may find her. But he hadn't shown up. For all she knew, he had already gone back to wherever it was he went when he wasn't trying to undo all the work she had done to start a new life.

Her conversation with her dad had played on her mind since he hung up on her and she had often found herself staring at the Eyrie's contact information on her phone only to sigh and close it again.

No point crying over spilled milk.

Or dads who were clinically insane.

It was Leda's first day off since Dr Morgan found her at the hospital and she was sprawled on the couch after having gotten back from the corner shop. She was so tired she hadn't even bothered to unpack any of the food she had got and the white plastic bags were piled haphazardly in front of her on the floor.

Molly was stood at the back of the couch, leaning a hand down to dangle a white envelop in Leda's face.

"A letter?" Leda asked, confused. She plucked the envelope from Molly's thin fingers with a mumbled thanks. Her first name was written in a looping script across the front. There was no stamp or address. Hand delivered, then. Leda's hackles raised and she bent a corner of the letter as her grip tightened.

"Did you see who put it through the letter box?" Leda asked cautiously and sat up.

Molly's feet rustled Leda's abandoned grocery bags as she circled the couch to sit beside her in the empty spot. She was eating an ice-lolly, biting down with her front teeth in such a way that, had Leda not been distracted by the anonymous letter she was almost ninety percent sure was from a persistent Professor of Geobiology, she might have winced at.

Molly shook her head and took another bite of her lolly.

"Nope." She said, popping the p.

Leda grimaced, turning the letter over in her hands.

"Aren't you going to open it?" Molly asked, without looking. She reached between their bodies to pick up the television remote and turned the channel to the news. Her feet curled up beneath her, Leda thought she looked a little bit like a cat.

Leda shrugged. She didn't want to. But she knew that eventually she would open it. She didn't really have the luxury of ignoring it.

Dr Samuel Morgan was real. He knew who she was, and he knew her father. I she ignored him and he blabbed, everything she had achieved would be ridiculed.

But… if she opened the letter and listened to whatever he wanted maybe they could come to an agreement and he wouldn't be tempted to ruin her.

With a sigh, Leda ripped into the edge of the envelope and wiggled her finger inside, pulling up until the whole thing was torn. Inside was a single folded piece of white paper.

St. Mount Plaza Hotel,
Dome Restaurant
19:00

Please, Leda

He hadn't left his name, but Leda didn't need to see it to know who it was from. Molly didn't look at her as she switched the news to some cartoon.

"Who's it from?" she asked, licking at her lolly.

"I dunno." Leda lied, scrunching up the paper and standing up. "They must have gotten the wrong Leda."

Molly frowned, finally looking away from the TV to stare up at her.

Before she could question the flimsy fib, Leda spoke instead, smiling down at the small, pale girl.

"I'm going to go put my groceries away and then I'll have a nap before my shift. Have you eaten?"

Molly blinked and her frown only slightly shifted as she held up her lolly. "Yes. I've had three."

Leda nodded. "Right. That's great, Molls. But I meant actual food."

"I had a Mars bar earlier."

Leda nodded again, always patient. "I'll leave you some food on the counter, yeah?"

Molly smiled and turned back to the television, switching to the History channel and what appeared to be a show about aliens. Molly loved those conspiracy shows. At least something was normal.

.

Leda hated lying to Molly. But this, as with all the other times, was absolutely necessary. She was standing outside of the St. Mount Plaza Hotel. It wasn't raining but the air was wet and heavy, and Leda felt uncomfortable in front of the fancy Mayfair hotel.

She pulled her cardigan around her shoulders more firmly and fingered the shoulder bag draped across her torso. Her phone was inside and when she walked it clanked against the illegal bottle of pepper spray she had bought months ago. Just in case, she had said. Well. 'Just in case' had come very quickly.

Leda glanced at her watch before walking up the steps of the hotel. 18:45.

A man opened the glass door for her. The lobby was all minimalism and grey undertones with gold accents along the skirting boards. It wasn't what Leda would pick but Leda also didn't know anyone with enough money to spend the night there, so her mild horror at the colour scheme was of little consequence.

Leda smiled at the guy and he couldn't quite keep the subtle confusion from his face when he enquired:

"Can I… help you, Miss?"

Leda spied his name badge. Leonard. She giggled internally, despite the nervous energy that filled her. Of course his name was Leonard.

"Uh- I'm meeting someone here." She said, wishing she hadn't thrown the letter out and taken it with her to use as proof.

Leonard's eyes narrowed. "…Meeting someone?" he asked, his suspicion growing as he and he took another look at her outfit.

Leda nodded, tugging at her ratty cardigan and wishing she had at least worn a smarter overcoat. And perhaps chosen a better combination of words. "Yes. Well. No- not the way you think I'm meeting someone. I-"

"Leda!"

Leonard's head whipped so quickly to the right that Leda was worried he might have accidentally given himself whip-lash.

She followed Leonard's eyeline and saw Dr Morgan standing to the right of the main desk by an open elevator door. He must have just come down.

"Leonard." Dr Morgan said, smiling widely, looking between the two of them. "This is my guest."

Leonard straightened, a touch of pink rising on his already ruddy cheeks. Dr Morgan's white hair was fuzzy around his head and tinged yellow under the foyer's lightbulbs where it thinned at the ends.

"Of course, Dr Morgan. My apologies. The Dome have already set up your seats."

"Shall we?" asked Dr Morgan, nodding to Leonard in thanks. Leda sighed and began to walk away, taking some pride in making Dr Morgan jog after her as she entered the up-scale restaurant.

The first thing she saw was a shimmering crystal chandelier dangling over all the plush red seats and booths and crisp white table cloths. The crystals refracted the white, hanging lights and all around mini-rainbows danced over cutlery and plates. It was dazzling, and startling and Leda might have even said beautiful if she wasn't so nervous. There were a few other guests in the restaurant, all spaced apart. The room was so big and high-ceilinged that she had to strain to hear any of their conversations even when she spied their mouths moving. The whole space had a air of quiet to it, despite the very loud décor.

There was a long bar that stretched the width of the room at the back of the restaurant and Leda's throat clenched. She wanted a drink very badly. Something strong. Like whiskey. A double. Or maybe triple if they did it.

Dr Morgan passed her, being led by a woman in a sleek white dress to a booth by the bar. Leda sat heavily on the side closest to the door and eyed The Professor as he spoke to the waitress and ordered a bottle of white wine Leda already knew she couldn't afford.

"Thank you for joining me." Dr Morgan said as he slid into the booth across from her and unfolded a starched white napkin onto his lap. He was wearing another linen shirt, this time in a pale blue colour and the same beige, oversized jacket he was wearing the last time she had seen him.

"If you try anything, I'll pepper spray you." Leda said, leaving her own napkin untouched. She wasn't staying for long. Just long enough to get him off her back and then she was gone.

The server returned, interrupting anything Dr Morgan was going to say as she poured wine into his glass. She turned to pour into Leda's but she held up a slim, dark hand that shone under the chandelier's light.

"No thank you."

"Leave the bottle, Mona, if you will." Dr Morgan said.

He hadn't taken his eyes off Leda and she placed her bag on her lap, patting the pepper spray she knew to be inside. Mona smiled sweetly at the Professor and did as he asked. She shot Leda a pleasant, albeit mildly confused, smile as she walked back to her station at the entrance.

Dr Morgan took a sip of his wine before delicately putting the glass back down on the table.

"I spoke to my dad." Leda said, unwilling to dally in small talk and ignore the reason why she was there in the first place. "He said he knew you from Oxford."

Dr Morgan nodded. "I'm glad we are no longer ignoring our truths, Leda."

Leda rolled her eyes. "Just tell me what you want, Morgan."

Dr Morgan placed his hands on the table in front of him and said with the straightest face and the calmest voice: "I want you to come to the Bermuda Triangle with me."

Leda was so startled that she burst into laughter. She ignored the stares of the other hotel and restaurant guests as her laughter grew raucous.

Dr Morgan kept calm while she laughed. He only raised an eyebrow when her laughter turned to giggles that fizzled out slowly.

Leda swiped a finger under her eye, gathering some of the water that had gathered.

"That's what you lead with? 'I want you to come to the Bermuda Triangle'?" Leda tittered again, leaning back against the plush back of the booth. "God. I'm gonna need a drink for this."

"Well, you told me to tell you what I wanted." Dr Morgan said, unfazed by her laughter at him.

Leda snorted. "Yeah. I thought you meant like you wanted to speak to my Dad or read some of his old research or whatever. Those things I could do if it meant you'd forget you ever met me. But the Bermuda Triangle? Jesus. I'm not going into that hell hole with you. No matter how far Mercury retrogrades itself."

"So you have read his research!" Dr Morgan leaned forward, blue eyes growing bright. His nostrils were flared, and his mouth parted slightly to allow his tongue to dart out and wet his lip. He looked hungry. "Mercury must be in retrograde for the doorway to open."

"Jesus…" Leda shook her head wearily. "You sound just like him."

"That is because he was right, Leda!" This was the first time the Professor had raised his voice and Leda was instantly on edge. Her hand shot to her bag again, feeling the comforting weight of the small cannister. Dr Morgan lowered his voice, conscious of the other guests staring. He spoke quickly, words almost running together in his bid to get them out. "Your father was right. I have spent years- years carrying on his research. My team and I made a breakthrough in Timbuktu just as he said we might. The hieroglyphs in the cave showed the first planet doubled, one spinning forward, one spinning backward. It mimicked the illusion of Mercury in retrograde."

Dr Morgan ran a hand over his mouth, his excitement building. "The island your father spoke about? It's real. We modified our scanners and ran them during Mercury's retrogradation. A blip showed up on the system. It's blurry and disappears when Mercury is back to normal, but we've run the tests for three years. The island is real, Leda. It exists."

Leda blinked quickly, suddenly feeling lightheaded. How was the island real? And how was she still talking about Mercury?

"How- what-" Leda's mumbling was cut off swiftly.

"Richard was right. The island is real and is only visible during the retrograde. And if he was right about that then I suspect he is also right about knowing something about your family that ties you all to the Vortice."

"My- My family?" Leda grew guarded and her smile slipped form her mouth. She shook off the stupor of hearing that the island she had always thought her dad had made up may possibly be real. "What do you know about my family?"

"That your father was right. Even when they laughed at him. Even when they accused him of kil-"

"Stop." Leda interrupted. She didn't want to hear the next sentence. Not when she knew it by heart already.

Dr Morgan's eyes dimmed, and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Your father had a… theory. One he told me before- well. Just before." Dr Morgan avoided Leda's narrowed eyes. He spoke very carefully, each word now weighted. "About your family having ties to the Vortices. It may be true. It may not be true. But there have been stories."

"What stories?" Leda asked quickly. Despite herself she was suddenly curious.

"A woman- found just outside of the Triangle's boundaries. A fishing ship picked her up in 1893. And of course, as it is now, Bermuda is still a British colony so…"

Dr Morgan trailed off, allowing Leda to piece together what he was saying.

"You're saying that I- that we might be descended from a woman who was spat out by a supposed active Vortice?"

Dr Morgan shrugged. "The research is there."

"That…is the stupidest thing I've ever heard." Leda said, and, deciding that she had had enough stood up so abruptly that Dr Morgan's wine glass wobbled as she straightened.

"What? What are you-" Dr Morgan looked at her, startled. His hand steadied his glass and he gaped up at her like a fish out of water.

"This is ridiculous! I came here to talk to you about-" Leda huffed and started again. "I came here to ask you to leave me alone and now you're feeding me some bullshit about a family legend an invisible island and a mad man's theory on space and time travel!"

Leda shook her head when Dr Morgan didn't respond.

"Look. I get it." Her voice was hard. "You believe him and that's great. Go and fly to Bermuda and do what you need to do but I don't want any part of it. Just- Just don't contact me again, ok? Forget you ever found me."

Dr Morgan watched her as she slipped her bag onto her shoulder and stepped away from the booth. Leda thought that would be the end of it and he'd let her go but his voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Haven't you ever just once wondered if he was right, Leda?" He asked.

She turned back to look at him, her guard up. He hadn't moved but his shoulders had slumped, and his fingers were fiddling with the stem of his wine glass. Despite her desire to leave, Leda walked back up to the mouth of the booth.

"Right?" Leda couldn't help the bitter bark of laughter. She slapped her hand onto the table, wobbling Dr Morgan's glass again. The nerve of him. How dare he? "Right? Of course, my father wasn't right. He wasn't right because he wasn't well. Now they call it a psychotic break brought about by tremendous levels of stress and grief. Back then I'm sure he was just lucky not to be called 'coo-coo'."

Dr Morgan finally looked up at her, and without any right to be, he looked about as sad as Leda suddenly felt. It made anger mingle with her sadness. What right did he have to be sad? It wasn't him who had to suffer. He didn't lose him mum and his dad all within a year of one another. He didn't have to change his name and move away from everything he had known and make it by himself with only a couple quid to his name.

He had no right. No right.

Dr Morgan's eyes roamed her face and though he looked like he wanted to say something, he kept quiet.

"My dad-" Leda broke off, swallowing against the wobble in her voice and the saliva that had gathered in her mouth. Tears pricked her dry eyes and she resisted the urge to rub them away. She knew she should stop talking but it was like she couldn't stop. It all came spilling out of her like word vomit and she wasn't sure if she was trying to convince him or herself of her dad's wrongness.

"My dad wasn't right, Dr. Morgan. The Vile Vortices? They don't exist and they certainly aren't portals to other worlds. Because that's why you're here, isn't it? You want to go to another world. Well, I'll tell you what I told my dad when I was sixteen and he was in a jail cell. There aren't multiple worlds. There's just this one. You only get one. So don't waste it by chasing some impossible dream built on science fiction!"

Dr Morgan sat back against his side of the booth, laying both his hands into his obscured lap. Leda expected him to be startled but what she didn't expect was the look of pity on his face.

"But my dear," He said quietly. Leda felt guilty and she grimaced at his tone. "Even if he isn't right, haven't you ever just wanted to believe in him?"

Now it was Leda's turn to gap at him. She could feel the eyes of the other patrons flickering at her back and she slid back into the booth, feeling tired.

Her chest felt tight. It was a familiar ache. It blossomed just under her ribs and squeezed her heart with hot hands.

She wanted to tell the Professor that she couldn't believe her dad. Because if she believed him now, then he had been telling the truth the whole time and she was the horrible daughter who had locked him away. She couldn't believe him because then that would mean he was right about her mother. That she wasn't just dead, she was gone and that was infinitely worse than just plain old dead. And if that was true then she had spent ten years mourning a woman who might need her help and locking up the one person who knew how to find him. But what she wanted to say and what actually came out were two very different things.

"I can't-" Leda's throat was thick, and she swallowed despite it restricting on itself. "I can't, Dr Morgan. I can't."

"I know, Leda." His voice was so soft, Leda strained to hear him. "I understand."

But how could he possibly ever understand her?

A throat cleared beside them and Leda spied Mona standing by their table. She was holding a pad of paper and though she smiled at them, Leda could see the concern at the corners of her eyes.

"Is everything alright?" Mona might have been looking at her but Leda was pretty sure the woman was only asking Dr Morgan.

"Are you ready to order?" Mona asked, false pep in her voice. It jarred horribly with the gloom that had covered their conversation and Leda quickly rubbed at her eyes, sniffing loudly.

"I- I don't want anything." Leda said and coughed into her hand as Dr Morgan denied food as well.

"Just call me over if you need anything. Or if anything is…wrong." Mona said with a large smile as she walked back to her station. Leda watched her go and then turned back to the Professor.

"So how'd you find me, anyway?" She asked much calmer than she had been before. Mona's appearance had broken her anger. She felt it drain out of her quickly. All the talk of her dad and thinking about her mum had sapped her energy and her ability to sustain annoyance with Dr Morgan.

"I have friends in high places." Dr Morgan said with a waggle of his eyebrows. His try for humour was corny and embarrassing but Leda appreciated him trying enough that she granted him a small laugh.

"We've met before, you know." Leda frowned and Dr Morgan nodded, taking a sip from his wine glass. "Yes. You were young, I'm not sure how old. Your parents were having a party. It was summer and you had three missing teeth that you refused to let me touch in case the tooth fairy smelled me and thought you were trying to cheat her."

Leda's laugh was more genuine this time and Dr Morgan joined her. It was a jolly sound, and his shoulders shook. He laughed with his whole body just like her dad used to.

She didn't remember him, but she had vague memories of being obsessed with the tooth fairy and whether or not she could deny you bounty by way of smell were familiar. It was enough to convince her on his truthfulness. They lapsed into a not pleasant silence, but an easier one, nonetheless.

"Why would you need me, anyway?" Leda asked suddenly, rousing Dr Morgan from where he had been staring at the empty table. "I'm not a scientist or a professor like you or my dad. I'm barely even a junior surgeon. If the Vortices even exist in the capacity you and my dad seem to think they do, I'm nothing to do with them. I couldn't help you even if I wanted to."

Dr Morgan nodded. "No, you're not. But every expedition needs a doctor."

Leda smiled glumly. "I meant what I said earlier. I can't come with you, Dr Morgan. But… I hope you find what you're looking for and I hope- I hope you prove him right. For his sake."

She stood up, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. Looks like 'just-in-case' hadn't come after all.

Dr Morgan stood quickly and wavered awkwardly on his side of the booth.

"If you change your mind, I've booked you a seat on a flight leaving in three days time from Gatwick Airport. We'll be gone two weeks at most." He said.

Leda didn't bother to reply. She smiled again and, in a fit of sympathy and a little bit of guilt, she patted his hand gently.

"Goodbye, Dr Morgan. Please don't contact me again."

He nodded and she got all the way to the door before he called out to her again.

"The flight leaves at two o'clock! Gate 4!" Leda cringed and hurried past Mona shaking her head even as he shouted after her. "I'll wait for you as long as I can, Leda!"

Leda rolled her eyes as she left, he would be waiting a damn long time if she had any say.

Of course she wasn't going. What idiot flew halfway across the world on a hunch that her crazy dad was maybe right? She had already made up her mind. She wasn't going. No way, Jose. But that didn't stop her booting up her rickety computer when she got home and searching up the quickest way from her house to Gatwick and how many liquids you could take through security. But only because she was curious. Not that she was even considering taking the Professor up on his offer. Because that would be crazy. Wouldn't it?

This is a mammoth chapter! I'm not completely happy with it but I'm going on holiday this week and I didn't want to wait until after I got back to upload it. I can't say when I'll be uploading next so I've given you this instead to keep you going! I hope you enjoyed it. I know it's a lot of exposition and I think I'll go back and try and edit it all together in a smarter way but for now enjoy this info dump lol. Thank you to Katia0203 and BonnieBee guest for reviewing! I can't reply to guest reviews so BonnieBee, thank you so much for taking the time to read and review, I appreciate it so much. Thank you for the follows and the favourite. It means the world to me. I hope everyone has a great week. Edited about seven times because this website hates line breaks lol

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