From: kim1013 [firstname.lastname@example.org]
Tuesday, August 01, 2000 6:23 PM
Subject: "The Present Implies
The Present Implies Presence
"Folded Like a Saint"
Spoiler: Post-Req-no season 8
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I recognized that I was floating
and now. That I had
failed in something important, that I
forgotten something important
was not a new feeling for me.
had occurred; time passed.
I felt I was still stuck in some
warp, forever out
of sorts with my environment.
The man in the reflective surface of
window was almost a stranger.
Yet he was so familiar and his feelings
not strange in his mind. I knew, as
did this stranger in the mirror,
that I had
to find her, make sure she was surviving.
Her apartment was different, in her place,
stranger. Where do I go from here? My
three friends seemed to
and I don't dare return to the office.
Of all of
the places I looked to find her,
I never expected the Yellow Pages.
Her house is a small, two story affair with
dormer window in the center. I can picture
her sitting there, gazing
at her neighborhood.
I work up the courage to walk to the front door
ring the bell. I didn't expect a brown-haired,
blue-eyed child to
I ask for her by name and the girl calls for her
mother up the stairs. I hear her slow steps on the
she comes into view, I see the changes
time has etched on her. Her
hair is longer, trapped
in a bun at the nape of her neck and more
mar her lovely face. But it's still the face I longed
She approaches the door and looks at me in the
doorway. I see her blanch at my presence. The
girl rushes to
her side and calls out the name
Will. The boy looks so much like the
She looks at me and says what I had longed to
Hear ever since my world changed: