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Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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Rosalind,

I have no way of knowing if you're going to get this. On principle it ought to be impossible, given the givens, but if there's one thing we've both come to realize around here lately, it's that that motto of the city seems to be the same as that of the Army Corps of Engineers in World War II — "The difficult we do immediately. The impossible takes a little longer."

So really, I don't know if you're going to get this. And I think...contrary to the scientific method though it might be, I don't think I'm going to hit send on this until I'm completely done. I'd like to maintain just enough ambiguity to give hope plenty of ground on which to thrive.

Did I ever tell you that I've always wanted to go to outer space? I never would've thought that dream would end up coming true like this. But really, we're about as far from home as it gets, right now — it's not even apt to wonder "where on earth am I" anymore, because technically speaking I'm not really anywhere ON the earth at all.

I wish you were here. I'm "Miss Sandiego" to all the kids right now, and I'm glad to represent some semblance of order and authority for them, but...

...One of the last things that happened, before everything went so chaotic in an instant (and how many weeks has it been now? Two? Three?), was that I got into a fight with someone who loves me very much. He was worried about me, and thought I was taking too many risks when I should be keeping a low profile and resting. I told him to let me live my life, that I didn't want to stay cooped up in my house all day BEHAVING, and...

Well. I suppose now I feel a bit like Icarus rolling his eyes at Daedalus, all things considered.

I miss my cat. I hope someone is taking care of him. And I think...at the end of this, I won't mind going home and just...behaving. For a little while, at least.

I miss you, too, Rosalind. I hope that wherever you are, this reaches you. Selfish though it might be, I suppose maybe I just...needed someone to confide in, for a moment. I hope you won't hold it against me, that my first thought for that was of you.

I always did want to know how high I could fly. I suppose this one's going to be hard to beat, isn't it.

XOXO
Carmen