Email to Amanda

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(Sent very, very early this morning...)

To: Sefton, Amanda
From: Dayspring, Nathan
Subject: insomnia... such fun...


Things look different at this hour, and not in the good way. I'm sitting in bed composing this email (Moira's sound asleep beside me), and my hands are shaking so hard I'm having trouble typing. I hope you don't mind the email - I just need to concentrate on the here and now. But I don't want to wake Moira up just in case she sees what's in my head.

I didn't tell you that, did I? That she and I wound up with the beginnings of a psi-link after what happened with Manuel last weekend. It was all her, too. I was sprawled on the floor doing my best impression of a psychotic break and she hauled me back by sheer force of will. Yes, this is the woman who's decided to make your welfare one of her priorities. Speaking from seven years of experience, I'd be a little alarmed too.

This whole 'one step forward, two steps back' routine I seem to be stuck on lately seems even worse, trying to look at it objectively when the whole world's dark and I'm afraid to try and go back to sleep. I suspect it's a bad thing to try and analyze your life at four in the morning. All you wind up doing is scaring yourself.

On a lighter note (because there had better be at least one in this letter) did you have to tell Moira about the monkeys? That was an awkward conversation...


Nate

Comments

Subject: Didn't you know? Insomnia's all the rage there.

[xp_daytripper]

Hey,

Seems like last night was the night for stubbing toes. Remember what you told me, 'bout walking in the dark? And if anyone can help you out of your tunnel, it'd be the doc. Stubborn Scotswoman to the core. Hang onto her. She won't let you get lost.

I hope you got back all right, from that walk of yours - Rom won't let me sit up here all day with the computer, but I've been checking it when I can, hoping you're all right. If I don't hear something soon, I'm gunna email Moira. Or find out if a location spell will go that far.

The worst part about learning to care about people is this worrying thing when you can't do nothing. I keep telling meself yer got people looking out for you there, but it's hard to concentrate when I don't know if you're okay. Seems the boot's on the other foot, eh? Won't be pulling any disappearing acts meself again any time soon, if this is what it feels like for the person looking.

I got a question about links, but I'll leave that for later. And don't blame me for the monkeys - Moira heard you muttering to yourself and asked me about it, so I told her to talk to you. Still, I wish I could have been a fly on the wall for that conversation. *grins* Wonder if you blush as well as Doug seems to?

Let me know how you're doing?

A.