darling, dearest, dead.

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-General POV-

It's 5 am, 23rd October, Friday. All classes have been cancelled in honor of the Alpha 61 team; Christina sits on the floor of Liz's office, going through a box of pictures and old videos. 

"Liz and Chris through the years" the box read.

"Liz and Chris through the years" the box read

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"He's so much like you, the eyes, the smarts THE STUBBORNESS

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"He's so much like you, the eyes, the smarts THE STUBBORNESS.. I swear.." Her voice cracks, "and he didn't go cold.. he didn't lose his spark.."

"We've got him.. oh and he's completely in love with this girl, he won't admit it but he is, stubborn asses, both of you." She sniffles, softly laughing for a moment. "and Mike's okay too, he's happy."

"Maggie hasn't let anyone clear out this office, some poor lady cleans it every week. The chief retired this year, we have a new guy now. oh and OH MY GOD you're not gonna believe what he...."

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Richard sat on the floor in room 304, his lip trembling slightly. His nails dug deep into his palms, it was early, only about 6:20 am but he had no idea what to do with himself, he sat by the cenotaph a while but he couldn't feel her there and it was driving him insane.

Christina's walking through the corridors, she realizes she forgot something in class yesterday. On her way to room 304 she bumps into someone.

"Seriously kid, do you ever slow down?"

"Good morning professor Cho" Nini says smiling. "I just thought I'd get some extra hours in, I'm off work today."

The two walk to the classroom together, discussing an old mission.

They walk in to find Ricky shaking in the dark crying, Nini drops her bag on the floor, both women run over to him. His palms are covered in blood, nails still dug in, his eyes are blood-shot and puffy, his lips quivering.

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