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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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I make no guarantees as to the state of the coffee, but fine.

Very. I think he comes off looking quite well, although I'm not sure if he remembered it after. Experiments can have that effect on people.

Then I'd like to hear it. Please.

Near the end of last November, a particularly dreadful experiment hit the village. It was quite this horrible because no one knew what its purpose was. No one could find any pattern. It was just half a dozen different experiments all affecting everyone at once with no rhyme or reason.

McCoy, for his part, found himself a teenaged boy. Thankfully, Buffy was still around to help him adjust to matters.

That sounds awful. [Archie wouldn't want to go back to being a teenager, anyway.]

Thankfully, it was all that affected him for a while. Other villagers were wandering around with two or three affects at once.

[...] But for someone who didn't remember Luceti at all, it was quite dreadful. And just because it was all that affected him didn't mean that he remained unaffected by outside sources.

One night, a villager transformed into a vampire decided to go on a minor rampage.

This happens often, does it?

Well, with the addition of a couple of vampires in the village now, I'm amazed it hasn't happened more often.

I'm sorry. Go on.

Don't be. Logical enough question, for this village.

Two victims, one fatality. The one that didn't die survived through a combination of factors, but chief among them was the snow reducing the blood loss and the fact that he'd been attacked very near to House 7.

~~Where Leonard was a~~ [Not gonna interrupt.]

At the time? It was just McCoy and Buffy there. Anyone else they'd had at the time were kidnapped, affected, or gone.

Buffy managed to fight the victim away from the vampire, but that left the matter of stopping him from bleeding to death while they waited for a proper healer to arrive. And it soon became very clear that this vampire was going to do everything it could to stop any help from coming, even if it just meant keeping the fight out on the front step.

And then?

From being called, Raine was about [...] well, a little less than ten minutes in arriving.

McCoy kept the man alive until she did. A teenager, with no proper medical training and no idea what was out there wanting nothing more than to tear his throat out, keeping someone alive who more or less had just had his throat torn out. He'd just had this man dumped into his lap before Buffy had to go off and fight.

[...] I always admired him for that night, at least.

It is something, isn't it?

A very important something.

If it weren't for him, Ingrid might not have had the life she did, here. While she was here.

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