Of Runaways and Stowaways

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Seagulls call as a ship moves over peaceful blue waters. A pan of the boat from bow to stern reveals... Passengers strolling across both the upper and mid decks.

Blake Belladonna rests her hands on the rail and stares out at the ocean

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Blake Belladonna rests her hands on the rail and stares out at the ocean. She blinks and looks over her right shoulder, somewhat startled. Two kids laugh over a joke. Blake almost smiles and turns to look back at the ocean.

Footsteps approach.

"Blake."

She turns and sees Trifa

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She turns and sees Trifa. She had a look of concern on her face. She than walked up to Blake and stood next to her.

"It is a very beautiful view here. I always liked the view when I am just little."

Blake than turned to her and spoke.

"Trifa...do you think that I can still reunite with our friends?"

Trifa than turns and spoke to her.

"Yes...I do believe that you can reunite again. However, it will take a long time. Months...maybe a couple of years to reunite. But you know what...when you reunite...you will not have to separate ever again."

Blake smiles a bit towards her, before the two kids run behind Blake laughing and she gasps again, not expecting the noise behind her. She turns and blinks at them trying to reset her calm.

Trifa than puts her hand on Blake's shoulder and spoke.

"Don't worry, Blake. It will come to pass us soon."

Blake smiles, before she turns and looks at the ground for a few seconds before reaching up and undoing her bow.

Blake: "Mmm."

She holds the ribbon out over the railing.

Blake: "Won't be needing this."

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