Emails to Scott, Alison, and Madelyn

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To: Summers, Scott
From: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: Checking In.



I thought I'd let you know I couldn't handle another moment of meditating. So, I'm off. I'm heading back home to see a friend and the boys, my brothers, before they send out a search party for me. I hope you're well and collected, still in one piece and all.

I'll still be in my hideaway in the city for another day if you need me.

Cheers,
Betsy



To: Bartlett, Madelyn
From: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: Long time, no accidental trip to medlab?



How are things? Argh, that was a stupid thing to ask. What I meant to say is that I'm sure since my departure and with Nathan focused on fatherhood that no one else has managed to liven those hoity Victorian walls. At least, I hope not.

I've found my sense of humour, partly. It was tucked away behind a rather large stick up my arse, or so my psychiatrist is saying, or better yet, thinking.

It's odd what happens in the latter part of the evening. You get homesick. I'm not ready to come back, if ever, but I hadn't realised that I would miss it until now. I keep smiling everytime I think of you and Hank. All those redheads underground and underwraps, he must be thinking he did something right in his previous life.

Well, so you know, I'm heading out tomorrow for home, my real home. It's bout time I popped in for a visit. See you.

Cheers,
Betsy



To: Blaire, Alison
From: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: Still Here



I wanted to check in with you and Miles. I'm sorry for the way that I behaved before, but I needed some space and perspective. I'm sure life is churning around without me, as usual. And you're even enjoying yourself with that megalomaniac of yours. I hope you aren't angry with me, but if you were, you'd be justified.

I miss you.

Betsy

Comments

Subject: This is not the sarcasm you are looking for...

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I'm American. We don't do sarcasm, remember? *innocent*

Re the Grey factor and looking after things: message received loud and clear. I was keeping an eye on a certain pool-playing Captain, but I'll let you know what's happening when I know it.

I'll be fine. Just a very strange day. Charles has invited me to tea tomorrow morning. *eeps*

Do I still get the depiction? I'm dying to know what you did to that poor shrink.

Maddie.

Subject: Says the one-armed bandit?

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Right, and I'm the Marquis de Sade. Not really, but a funny image to lift your sedentary spirits.

Re: The Grey Factor. It's appreciated. I highly doubt he'd care for being spied after, but it soothes any concerns I may have for his safety.

And on Charles, I suggest avoiding the tea. Some say it contains properties that can make the drinker a bit more malleable, if you get my drift.

On my esteemed doctor and his thoughts on my health...all in due time, Mads. All in due time.