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[The handwriting is disguised, and the picture obscured. The message is as anonymous as possible.]

If there is anyone returned from a kidnapping or being threatened who does not feel safe in his or her home, speak to anyone at the Welcome Center and they will direct you to a safe place to stay until things are better.

If you wish to volunteer to house someone, you will need a reference from a trusted member of the community.

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[A few minutes later, he uncovers the camera and starts a new message, spoken this time.]

Alexis Rodgers has been sent home. At least I assume as much--no one has seen her and her flat is empty. It's good. She was very homesick, and...

[A pause. There's nothing really to say after that. He doesn't sound greatly distressed, but there's definitely a certain melancholy.

He'll be at the library this afternoon, and Good Spirits tonight. Missing Dawn, mostly. He'll occasionally walk through the item shop, killing time looking for little gifts to pick up for her. At some point, he'll go see Ingrid in the clinic. In the evening, he'll pay a visit to Jack Sparrow's house on the beach. He's there to see Horatio, of course.]

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[He liked to flirt with her...]

We bonded over being New Yorkers.

...did something happen?

No one told me.

Fair enough. [He bonded over being Scotsmen with Scotty. Sort of. A pause.] How was she, before she left?

[He'd landed in the hospital not too long after she'd returned from her kidnapping.]

Oh! I...was in hospital, for a little.

[His enthusiasm falls at that.]

... whatever the Malnosso did to her, she took it really hard. If anyone deserved to get out of here, she did.

She didn't remember much of it. She didn't have to. They kept her there for a month. It's all they had to do. You're right. She's a stout-hearted girl, but it was a hard blow.

[They had him for over a week once. That was bad enough AND they sent him back loopy in the had.]

Yeah... so, how did you know her?

I think...she had cookies, or some such. And I noticed she lived alone. Next time I saw her, we'd both been pressed and she was quite nervous. I made it a point to look in on her when I could, after that.

[Insistent terminology on his part. To him, "Press" is the verb. "Draft" is the noun used for a group of people pressed at the same time.]

Letting the village know of one Miss Alexis, gone home. [There is a sigh.] She had very lovely hair.

She deserved to go home.

[Jack is aware that going home is a tricky subject for Archie. He won't push it any further. Perhaps just a covert reference to the Grell situation will do.]

All seems quiet here, at least. No....problems. For that we might be grateful, eh?

[Archie's actually pretty relieved about Alexis. A little sad, of course--he'll miss her--but more than that, relieved for her sake. Seeing her in that state was difficult.]

We must be grateful indeed.

...You heard about Dawn?

........Aye. I'm sorry, Archie.

I'm sorry about your friend. It might be for the best, but still...it can't be easy on those left behind.

Also, I can vouch for Hiccup. We've met before, I believe he would do his utmost to keep someone safe.

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[You're sorry, Jack? For him?]

I'm not the one in a cage somewhere.

[His voice trembles slightly, then evens out after a pause, though it sounds like it may wobble again at any moment.]

I'll be over tonight.

Good. And I can vouch for Mr. Giles, and at least one of his flatmates, Helios. We're already off to a start, here.

Alexis is safe now. It was difficult for her, being here.

She might not be in a cage, you know. It might not be so bad. It isn't always....

I'll be watching for you.

[Again, the "for you" strikes him as strange, but there's an odd comfort in it. Jack is respecting what this is putting him through.

Jack. Respecting. What this is putting him through. Treble the oddity. Unsure how to respond, he latches on to the first thing he said.]

...Have you been captured, Jack? What's it like?

[Archie, you'll be just in time to find Ingrid wearing this (http://www.promdressesin.com/153-332-large/taffeta-strapless-a-line-skirt-hot-sell-2010-prom-dresses-fl30.jpg) dress and doing a solo waltz inside her bubble, eyes closed, humming a tune. She won't know you're there until you make your presence known, or the waltz ends and she opens her eyes.]

[When you do, have an astonished Englishman standing there. Just because he's in a relationship doesn't mean he's blind. After a moment, he blinks rapidly and glances away.]

I know them both, too, so that's fine. I spoke with Mulder, as well. He's willing to shelter someone, if need be.

How many rooms is that, altogether?

[With two more loud hums she twirls in place and comes to a stop, opening her eyes, which are looking directly at Archie. Immediately she goes beet red in the face and places her hands on her cheeks.]

Oh- uh... hi. I... didn't see you there.

[He looks terribly embarrassed, walking in on someone's daydream like that, but to interrupt her seemed a little rude, too. He's holding a book in one hand.]

I'm sorry, I...certainly didn't want to intrude or interrupt.

Oh, no it's fine. I was just, um. Practicing. [Nod.] The waltz. [Do they have the waltz in your time? She has no idea when it was invented and she's so terribly embarrassed herself she can't think straight. She smooths back her hair needlessly and gestures at the book.] What's that? [Aside from a nice change of topic.]

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