Retracing her steps from memory to the apartment complex nearest the bar, Saila knocked gently on the only door she'd ever been through. Waiting out a twenty count in silence, she knocked a second time, stepping closer to the frame to listen for any kind of movement.

Nothing. Not even the dog.

Well, she'd expected as much, though she hadn't really wanted to admit that to herself until just this moment. With a sigh, the purple-haired girl was rummaging through her shoulder bag, pawing through clothes and books and other collected items until she found a notebook and a pen.

As quickly as would still be legible, a note was scrawled, paper torn from the notebook, folded in half and slipped under the door knocker. It was addressed to the Snow Queen.

Dropping both notebook and pen back into the bag, Saila turned, disappearing down a side street.


Keirra--

Hey. I just stopped by to see how you're doing. I'm guessing that you're fine - I feel like I might have heard, if otherwise --but it's been almost two weeks now, so I thought I'd check. Hope you and the little one are fully recovered and causing mischief.

Oh, I actually got one of those phone things, and even kinda know how to use it. The number is xxx xxx-xxxx, if y'wanna just text me and let me know you're alive, that's fine.

See you?

Saila.

P.S. If you happen to see Big Bad, tell him ElectroGirl has been looking at a calendar and wondering whether she should pencil in a meeting with him next week, say....Fridayish? -S.