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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

It's been a while.

But Angela is down in the bar again, with a journal and a pen, writing. She's very intent. She still can't see the door, but has been thinking of the long talk she's going to have to have with her parents when she does leave.

Dear Mom and Dad--

I'm afraid I have not been the daughter I should be. I haven't been honest with you and I have shut you out of my life. Things have happened that have made me afraid of losing your love, when I know that is the one thing that would never happen.

Despite everything, I know that.

I have three progress reports, in math, history and English. School is awful, and they tease me...

She's trying to get all these thoughts out on paper, so they are clear.

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

He's trying to do the same thing, but it's not working too well; his eyes are watering.

"I'm going to miss you," he says, his voice a little choked. He's no sure when he'll get back, but he prays it's soon. Outside...he won't get to watch her grow up, won't get to see her at all. Milliways is all they have.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela just nods. His shirt might be getting just a little wet.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack just rubs her back, trying not to lose his composure, though it's hanging by a thread.

"It'll be all right, sweetheart. You'll be okay," he murmurs into her hair.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela stands there for a while, just feeling safe. This is her grampa and she is his granddaughter, no matter what their blood may say.

She'll be all right. But she'll be watching that door for his return.