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the camera shakes slightly, and the view is that of a corner of a bedroom -- white sheets, and a baby blue comforter. a stuffed torchic is placed neatly on the pillow. the figure of a girl walks around, assuming she had fixed the camera iso and focus, and she sits at the end of the bed, in front of the camera, looking directly into the lens as she speaks.

“so hi,” she begins, head tilting slightly to the side, some of her jet-black hair falling off her shoulder. “i just finished packing a little while ago, and i’m getting shipped off to monaco first thing tomorrow morning. it’s my last day in a long while at jean grey’s, but hey. i hated the idea the first time, but you know that. i tell you everything. anyway, i’m doing this for you, you know.” she chuckles lightly, shaking her head. she runs slender fingers through her hair as she continues.

“did you miss me?” she asks, voice softer. “i hope you didn’t cause any trouble yet. i mean, it’s been a week since you got there.” a pause. she looks thoughtful for awhile. “this has been the longest we’ve gone without each other, huh? since we met. years ago.” a soft laugh. “i’m coming, though. see you in a few hours. wait for me, troi.”