Goodbyes are for suckers [IC]

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[Someone is sitting on her bed, a couple of packed bags next to her, staring at a small piece of paper in her hands. That's all, really. But she's actually being still and silent for once, so clearly something is wrong.]

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[fourthsaken]

[quickly scribbles down an address and phone number]

That's home. Like, Iowa home. I'm going back there when I get out of school. And... if I'm not there Jimmy and my dad will be. Maybe... If they don't remember me, you could help them remember?

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...do you want me to take a note or something?

[fourthsaken]

That's... You'd really do that?

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Hey, it's only on the off chance I beat you there, so why not?

[fourthsaken]

That'd be great. This is gonna sound so lame, but I've actually got one ready.

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Heh. It's not lame. It's efficient.

Oh, and you should probably give me something of yours from home too if you have any. I might need it to find the place, and it's just two birds with one stone if it's something they might recognize.

[fourthsaken]

Anything? Or do some things work better than others?

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I don't know for sure, but if I had to guess, I'd say it'd be best if it was something you've had a long time, have an emotional connection to, have had a lot of physical contact with, etc. etc.

If magic ends up needing to be involved, that kind of stuff usually helps.

[fourthsaken]

... I know something. I used to wear it all the time.

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Is it something you're sure you wanna hand over?

[fourthsaken]

[nods]

I know you. You'll get it back to me.

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Yeah.

[fourthsaken]

... I'll go grab it.

[hesitating just as she's about to leave the room]

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Forget something?

[fourthsaken]

[grabs her wrist]

Yeah. You're not leaving while I'm gone.

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[laughs]

Yes, ma'am.

[fourthsaken]

[time to get dragged to Jade's room]

... It's in my dresser, I think.

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[just goin' along with it]

Mmhmm!

[fourthsaken]

[digging around in her top dresser drawer, until she pulls out a simple, silver locket]

... Here. They'll have to recognize this.

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I'll get it there.

[fourthsaken]

... I know.

God, I'm gonna miss you.

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...same here.

[fourthsaken]

[it is time for a clingy hug]

Don't forget me.

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Never.

[fourthsaken]

[please don't mind her if she starts crying]

It's not fair, you know? Being here without you is gonna suck.