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[The handwriting is disguised and the picture is obscured.]

For the benefit of the new feathers: if you feel unsafe somehow in your own home, you may go to the Welcome Center and be placed in a safe house until you can get back on your feet. There does not have to be a reason. Even if you have returned from a kidnapping and do not wish to be alone, this is available to you.

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[Later, another written message, without the picture obscured.]

To anyone who volunteered to help build the ship:

We will begin work on Monday, at eight o'clock in the morning. We will meet at the fountain and walk from there. It'll mostly be cutting and transporting lumber at first, I'm afraid, and that includes building a cart to transport the lumber in.

Thank you,

Lt. Kennedy

[Then, written more hastily a little while later:]

If anyone has stories about Dr. McCoy, I should like to hear them.

[Today, Kennedy is stopping at the grocery store and the smithy, hoping someone with experience at the forge will be up to the challenge he has in mind.

Tonight, he is back to work at Cloud Nine, mostly waiting tables and looking fairly miserable. It's his first night of work since Dr. McCoy left, and since he dislikes the job anyway, he's not doing great at it tonight.

Before he goes home, he will stop by house 7. He will be home late.]

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...He was very fond of you?

I think he might have been, in his own way. We didn't always see eye to eye on things, but that can be said for anyone, really. I am thankful for what he was able to teach me, anyway.

What he was able to...teach you?

He's a doctor. I had already been studying medical practices to complement my magic, but it was very beneficial to get advice from a qualified physician.

I see. You and Maturin might be the only real doctors left, then.

Ah, there's Miss Litchi and Law as well, I believe, though I haven't had the chance to really work with them as much. It's still not a very large number when it comes down to it.

Law? [A beat.] Captain Law?

That's right... I've heard him mention that he also does shifts at the Battle Dome facilities.

[This is...slightly horrifying, to him.] A captain who thinks he's a doctor?

You'd have to ask him about it, I imagine. Although you have to remember that everyone comes from different worlds, so it could be something commonplace in his.

Knowing what I do of seamanship, forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical.

You're always a bit skeptical, from what I can tell. [Light teasing, maybe.] It's just something to keep in mind.

Thank you, but if I've the choice, perhaps I could see a doctor and not a half-doctor, half-captain.

The choice is yours, of course. At least you know of the available options.

Thank you. I...don't know what I will do without him, actually.

[Not just in regards to doctors, but he didn't originally intend it to be a deep statement.]

You were very close with him?

[A deep breath. She'd caught his mistaken meaning.] Brothers. In our own way.

That's... quite a statement to make. The impact of losing someone you feel that strongly for can be difficult, indeed. I'm sorry.

[Had he gotten carried away again? He takes a deep breath.] Apologies, Miss Raine. I might have been too bold, but I think he felt the same.

It sounds like you two must have shared a lot of experiences.

[Experiences, yes. McCoy saved Archie's life as soon as he arrived. Just a little while later, barely knowing each other, the doctor had agreed to be Archie's second at his duel with Jack Sparrow. In such a short time, they'd reminded each other enough of other people that they'd attached very quickly. And that was before Luceti Valley.]

Not as many as you have, I'll wager.

Well, it's not like I've gone and counted them, either. [A small smile.] But it had been a couple of years.

...I'm sorry.

I am as well. But I think... he may be happier for it, in the end. Cold comfort for us, but... there's not much that can be done for it. He won't be the last person I won't have the chance to say goodbye to.

...I was holding someone's hand the moment she went home. You're right--there's never a chance to say goodbye.

[There had been, back home when he'd died. Next time he and Horatio separated, they wouldn't be so lucky.]

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