Setting Straight the Soul Mate

Finally, after a crazy weekend, I’m back to getting the novel written.  Yesterday was crazy as well, and my recap that was supposed to go out last night had to be delayed until this morning because while I was writing directly from the episode as it played, Netflix decided to crap out about 8:30 PM and remain out for the remainder of the evening.  That means I was up at 4:00 AM finish it off, something that took me another couple of hours.

This means I’m tired and will likely nap as soon as I get home from the coffee shop.

"Don't worry, I'll get back to writing as soon as...  zzzzz..."

“Don’t worry, I’ll get back to writing as soon as… zzzzz…”

Today I’ve written over six hundred words for the novel, and will probably go well over a thousand before the night is over ’cause I’m feeling like I’m on a roll.  And I like this particular scene which is getting into some interesting territory.  For now, though, it’s time to bring Annie’s conversation with Berniece Rutherford to an end.

The question that’s come up is “Will Kerry leave home?” and Berniece knows, as does Annie, that Kerry fears abandonment.  Annie says that should’t be a problem because he has her.  Well, Berneice has an answer for her:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

“He has you but the reality is you’re only his wife to be.” Berniece leaned slightly forward as she softened her tone. “I don’t mean that with disrespect, because I know what you mean to him: his love for you is tremendous. But his parents exert a tremendous pull upon his psyche, and though they can be inattentive and unaffectionate, they’ve been with him all his life—even more that you. And that’s a difficult attraction from which to leave.

“We know his parents aren’t violent: they prefer being passive-aggressive with him, and he’s learned to adapt. I might even say that he’s still trying to leach out some modicum of respect from them, and that’s going to keep him there for a while.” She cupped her hand over her mouth as she sighed. “For Kerry to leave something traumatic will need to occur—”

Annie turned a smirk upon her guest. “And he can’t have a lot of time to think about the event.”

“You know your future husband so well.” Berniece chuckled. “That’s what I psych profile shows: if Kerry makes up his mind in the first few minutes of something happening, there’s an eighty-eight percent chance he’ll go with his original plan. Give him more than five minute to think about it, and he’ll almost always go the other way.” She shook her head. “It’s how he is.”

“I know all too well.” Annie looked away as her smirk grew tighter. “I try not to influence his thinking—”

“But sometimes you want to shake him and tell him to make up his mind.”

“Exactly.” She looked towards her guest’s cup. “Would you like some more tea?”

“Maybe a little before I go.” Berniece stretched her shoulders. “I’ve never been treated so nice.”

“Well, I did invite you here.” Annie stood and levitated the kettle to her hands, then walked around the sofa towards the kitchen. “I was surprised you agreed to meet.”

“Are you kidding? When I saw your email two weeks ago, I didn’t even give it a second thought: I had to come.” Bernice stood as well and followed Annie towards the small kitchen. “Besides, if I had said no, I knew you’d ask again. And probably again after that.”

Annie set the kettle on the stove and turned on the heat. “I would have, too.” She stepped back and regarded her guest. “Did you determine that from my psychological profile?”

There are some things—” Berniece examined her nails. “—that don’t require a psyche profile.” She dropped her and to her side and smile. “Knowing how you’d react after Kerry returned home was one of those things.”

Annie stared at the kettle and watched the flames lick the bottom. I would have contacted her again—and again a third time. Because what I want, I get


There you have it:  Kerry’s psycho profile indicates that he will leave home, but only if something really bad happens to him, because he’s put up with bullshit for so long he’s used to it.  And it’s true that Berniece’s comment isn’t meant as a slam, but Kerry really isn’t coming home to Annie every night wishing her a goodnight and I love you from the other side of the bed, so while they know they’re getting married, they’re still in the “to-be” territory, and Mommy and Daddy are still a huge part of his life.  Until they go completely off the rails it’s gonna be hard to convince Kerry to pack up and get the hell out.

So you’ll have to see if Kerr splits this summer.  He may be given the opportunity, but at the moment the Magic 8 Ball says “No.”  That can always change, but as we’ve seen with Kerry, change can be hard.

Well, he has about three hundred thousand word in which he can make up his mind if he so desires…

Sense8, Season 1, Episode 8, “We Will All Be Judged by the Courage of Our Hearts”

At long last, here’s my latest recap!

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I know this recap is coming two days late, but Friday night I was at a political rally where I had a fantastic time and nearly passed out, and last night Netflix decided to go crazy and crap out on everyone.  But, hey: that’s how life is sometimes.  And that’s why I was up at four this morning to get this done.

Anyway, we are now two-thirds of the way through Season 1, and things are about to get crazy as hell for out sensates. With that said, let’s see what awaits them:

We Will All Be Judged by the Courage of Our Hearts

Written by The Wachowskis and J. Michael Straczynski
Directed by Dan Glass

San Francisco:
Dawn, and Nomi (Jamie Clayton) and Amanita (Freema Agyeman) sit on one of the peaks overlooking the city. After the killing they witnessed hours earlier, Nomi is trying to figure out what’s going…

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Me and Her

You know what I’m about to say:  no writing last night.  Usually because Friday night is Recap Night, and I should have written a Sense8 recap.  Notice I said “should”.  That’s because I didn’t do any writing.  And why?

I went to a Hillary Clinton rally.

Harrisburg was one of the stopping points for the Clinton campaign last night, and as the rally was only a thirty minute walk from my apartment I decided that, yes, I wanted to go she her.  I have a vested interest in the election this year, and I feel it’s my duty to see to it that the Seventh Seal of the Apocalypse isn’t opened by putting a guy openly embracing fascism in to a position of power.  Plus, this year I’m in the bag for Hillary, so I figured, well, why not go?  I’ve never been to one of these thing before, and it’ll be fun.  Remember this last line, ’cause…

Right after work I went home and did my shot, then changed bags.  The Secret Service wasn’t letting people in with big bags, so I pulled out one that only carried my keys, wallet, and phone.  Then down to the streets and the almost-thirty minute walk to get in line.

And, yeah:  there was a line.

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This was when I first approached the area, and you can see the TSA scanners in the middle of the pictures.  Everyone going in got scanned for obvious reasons.  But this wasn’t the back of the line.  That was, um, in the back.

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This is where I ended up, where I sort of cut in line close to a couple of people I somewhat knew:  someone from my trans support group, and Dr. Rachel Levine, the states Physician General.  So I sort of slid into position and acted natural.  Did I feel bad about this?  No.  Let’s move on.

Now to give you a bit of an idea of the set up last night, here’s a Google Map of the area:

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The building on the right just below the “Broad Street Market” marker is where the rally was being held.  And where I was standing when I took the picture above?  Look down 3rd Street to the left and you’ll see Brother’s Pizzeria.  I was standing right in front of that place.  Oh, and Brother’s actually locked their doors right about the time I got in line because they were almost out of pizza dough due to people in line running in to get slices.  Hungry business, these political rallies.

Oh, and I shot video while in line:

When I shot the above it was about 6 PM/18 hours, and we wouldn’t get to the check points for about another ninety minutes.

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And this part, standing in the sun, was the worst.  It was close to 90 and the humidity was up, so it was unpleasant.  I wore a light top, capri jeans, and sandals.  I did my best, I assure you, to keep the internal heat down, and I was sweating like crazy.

Finally we get through the checkpoints–I set off the alarm like I always do, there must be too much iron in my blood–and we headed into the rally area.

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That woman standing on the podium is where the speaking would take place, and Hillary’s bus would park behind her for a great back drop.  There were camera podiums behind and to the right of me in the picture, and the Broad Street Market is on the left.

The area for the rally wasn’t large–here’s the layout:

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The black line is where people were gathered.  The speaker’s podium is right where it says “St” for N 3rd St, and the blue rectangle is where the bus parked for a nice backdrop.  I decided I wanted to get as close as possible and found myself right below that N 3rd St marker, and waited.

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I had a great spot, I was ready to get picture, I was ready to listen to the message.

And then…  shit took a turn for the worst.

I started getting short of breath.  Then I started feeling light headed.  Then my hands were shaking.  And I had trouble thinking.  And I felt sick to my stomach–

If you’re thinking, “Sounds like Cassidy’s about to pass out,” you win Final Jeopardy!  I actually managed to sit down in the crowd before I went over, which I knew was coming.  Someone called the paramedics–who, by the way, were working their asses off–and they helped me get about half-way to the cooling area.  And by half-way, I mean everything started turning gray about that time and they got me a chair pronto because I was about to pass out.  I sat there for about five to ten minutes recovering, and my biggest fear was if I passed out I was going to loose my bowels, because I felt like that was going to happen.  No way did I want that.

I finally got to the cooling area, and joined the other people there–

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Who pretty much all happened to be women about my age.  There was a time back before I started on the estrogen trip that I may have been able to tough out this stuff, but not now.  I sat and cooled off, had my blood pressure taken–I was told it was way down, which is why I was passing out–sipped water while I got my color back, and adjusted to my new view:

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And as the speakers came on I shot more video:

Now, given where I was, I didn’t get any good shots of the speakers.  The best I could do was this:

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The best came out grainy and overexposed.  However!  I ran into a friend, and she not only manage to get better pictures, but she messaged them to me at the rally.  That means I got–

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Bill Clinton doing all the introductions and being about as charming and articulate as always.

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Tim Kaine doing the next introduction and actually being pretty funny as he got in a lot of digs on–well, that other guy.  And after about ten minutes that led to him introducing the speaker of the night:

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So what did Hillary say?  She touched on funding infrastructure and a smart energy grid and renewable energy, all of which are close to my heart as I love stuff like that.  She talked about working to make it so people could refinance and reduce debt on existing student loans, and work towards making tuition not only affordable, but something you’re not going to have hanging around your neck forever.  A better program with less red tape for small businesses, and more apprenticeship programs for skilled trades, which is something that has slowly vanished with the decline in unions.  (I’ve been in both the United Steel Workers and United Auto Workers, and I saw a lot of apprenticeships in each of the locations where I worked.)  And more funding and support for teachers, because without education, we’re really nothing.

It was a good time all around, even if I couldn’t get in close to the stage to see, I could hear, and that was really why I was there–

Well… not the only reason.

As soon as the speech was over a lot of people filed out, and a lot of people made their way forward to shake hands with the candidates.  And I wanted to do the same.  So I went back into the crowd feeling light-headed and a little ill, and pushed through until I was up near the front, in the area that everyone would pass before heading back into the bus.  Which, by the way, was right there in front of me.

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So I waited about ten minutes, pressed between two guys far bigger than me, and Hillary came around the corner.  She was shaking hands and taking selfies with people, and seemed in good spirits even though she had to be hotter than hell in her pink suit.  (I said later that I should have told her it’s now Wednesday, ’cause us Mean Girls understand what that means.)

And right on time, here she comes.  And the meeting went like this:

Me:  “Madam President!”  *holding out hand*  (Yes, I said that.  Don’t care.)
Hillary:  “Hello!”  (Now I’m left-handed, so I had my left hand out and she switched quickly from her right to left.)
Me:  “Madam President, can I have a picture with you?”
Hillary:  “Oh, sure!”

At this point I start to stick the phone out, but because I’m in a bad position, she actually asks for my phone and hand it to an aid and says, “She’ll take our picture.”

And she did:

And #ImWithHer

And #ImWithHer

Yeah, I look like a seal just come out of the water expecting a fish, and because of all the bright lights from the media platform behind us it’s not the best, but still:  I have this, and it shows I met someone who has an excellent chance at being president.  I was also blabbering like an idiot because I get that way with people I admire.

About thirty minutes later, when I was up cooling off in front of the capitol building, I saw their convoy heading out of town:  three buses, a whole lot of Secret Service SUVs, and a police escort.  I got home and hit the shower ’cause I was a sweaty mess.  And though I didn’t get to bed until midnight because even though I was tired and sore and felt a little like I’d been hit a couple of times in the head and stomach, I was still in good moods, because I was riding a high–

The one that comes when you feel like you’ve somehow touched history in the making.

Psyching Out the Psyched

Believe it or nor, I pretty much lived up to my commitments last night.  I did get home, I got my meds, and I started writing.  And while I only need about four hundred and seventy-five words to make it “Mission Accomplished,” that finished up the scene.  For reals.

Ya see?  I can do it when I gotta do it.

Ya see? I can do it when I gotta do it.

The word count is currently 6,616, which means it’s pretty much the Number of the Beast with a dependent.  I probably won’t get to writing tomorrow, but I imagine this weekend will be a good one for that, and the next scene is going to be something I’ve never tried for this series–though in a way I have, but you just don’t realize it yet.

Up to this point Annie has learn a great deal about what the life of a Protector case worker is like, and what they actually do for their charges.  But she’s about to learn more–


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

If the contract was enchanted Annie imagined there were other action built into it that may have compelled Kerry’s parents to sign without out having it looked at by a lawyer. And given there are other Normal parents who sign the contracts weeks before their children leave for Salem, it’s likely there’s some kind of effect that makes them feel comfortable signing. Annie was beyond the contact now and had one last thing she needed to know. “I still need to know one thing, but I don’t know if you can tell—”

Berniece smirked. “You’ll never know if you don’t ask.”

She pushed on now that she knew she could at least ask. “Your group develops psychological profiles on us. Helena told me she saw the report that was started based upon an interview I had the summer before I started, and Deanna told me she saw the report on Kerry.” She drew in a breath to clear her mind. “I can understand Helena seeing my report because it’s a given I was yellow flagged before entry—but there wouldn’t have been any reason for Deanna to read Kerry’s. She told me she saw it because she’s a coven leader, but—” Annie sat back and raised her head. “Deanna must have seen it because she’s a counselor, and that means what she saw was probably a psychological profile.

“Which means what Helena also read was a psych profile—at least it sounded that way based upon what I was told. And from what you’ve told me this morning, I wouldn’t be surprised to discover you have that report. And since you’re Kerry’s case worker, that means you have his.”

Berniece regarded Annie with open appreciation. “You’re correct on all those points. But the question remains: what is it you want to know?”

Annie intensified her gaze upon the case worker. “Based upon Kerry’s profile, do you believe he’ll leave home at some point?” She brushed several stands of hair from her face. “Since you have one developed you must have some assumptions about the possibility it can happen.”


Annie is asking for a peek behind the curtain, something that most of us never get.  She’s had just a little of that, when Helena told her what part of her report said–and stung Annie with the “emotionally immature” line–and she’s heard a bit of Kerry’s from Deanna.  This is the first time she’s asked for assumptions based upon those reports, and she digging into something about her soul mate that she herself has likely considered and wondered.

However, she might not like the answer–


Berniece sat in silence for a moment, looking at the floor as she appeared deep in thought. “Annie, what’s the one thing Kerry fears the most?”

She didn’t need to give the question much thought. “Abandonment.”

“That’s right. Based upon our profile that’s Kerry’s biggest fear. When he moved to Cardiff he felt somewhat abandoned by his grandparents because he lost contact with them—”

“I know.” Annie remembered the night after the Day of the Dead attacks when Kerry awoke in the middle of the night delirious and crying. That was when he told me that everyone had abandoned him, that no one loved him—that even she was gone

Berniece nodded. “And our profile shows that over the years the lack of affection from his parents has led him to feel as if they are slowly abandoning him.”

Annie was confused by this information. “What does it mean?”

“It means he may not want to leave, because to do so is to admit that he hasn’t a family.”

“But—” Annie slid to the edge of her seat. “—he has me.”


Yes, he has you, Annie, but it’s not that simple, is it?  If it were he’s probably walk into the room in his pajamas right now, wishing you a good morning as he scratches his groin.  He has you, but only for most of a year, and that’s what makes a difference.  And the reply to your comment is something you might not want to hear.

Now to continue into the next scene, and now that I think about it, we may see something else that’s never happened before–

A Clause Because 

I really did intend on getting a lot written last night, but what was supposed to be a quick phone call ended up becoming a two hour discussion, and it was just past 10 PM–or 22 Hours if you go to my school–when I got off the phone.


One of the habits I have when I’m on the phone is that I walk around.  I do that when I’m thinking a lot.  So I’m on my feet for most of the two hours, and when I finally get to where I can type–I can’t.  My fingers are swollen because of the fluid that’s pooled in my hands.  Which meant my fingers wouldn’t move right.  Which means I was having difficult time writing.

Yay for my plans of getting stuff done.

The story is finally up over six thousand words, but I’ve been on this scene for five days, and three of those have seen little added.  The plan for tonight is write when I get home, then go out about six-thirty to pick up medication, then come back and write a little more.  That is the plan, and I’m sticking to that sucker.

But now, we have Annie and Berniece and their fresh hell of the day.

Now that we know all about Berniece and what she knows about our Lovey Dovey Couple, Annie has more questions to fling her way.  Like–


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

There was something else that Berniece mentioned that worried Annie more, only because she wasn’t privy to this part of Kerry’s life. “What if he parent try to keep him from attention school in the fall?”

Berniece smiled. “They have no control over that. It’s not up to them: it’s up to Kerry.” She crossed and uncrossed her legs until she was comfortable. “There’s a clause in the control his parents signed that passes the decision to attend Salem, or any other school in The Foundation network, to the student in question—that student being Kerry. That was another thing we disused before leaving Berlin, and he said he’d bring it up if they pressed him about not going back.”

That’s one problem out of the way, but— “What if—?” Annie pressed her thumb over her lips for a moment. “What if his parent were stupid enough to take the contract to a lawyer and attempt to have it broken? Or even try to expose The Foundation?”


So there’s a clause in the contract that says Kerry’s the only one with the power to decide if he’s going to school or not.  Neat.  It probably also means that he can now have all the sex talks he wants with Coraline ’cause F-you, folks, I can.

But Annie makes another good point:  what if they try to go to court to break the contact and expose The Foundation and their evil band of young witches in training?  It’s a legitimate question, but there’s something Annie’s isn’t considering…


Berniece stared across at the girl for a few moments before resting her weight against the right chair arm. “Annie, have you ever heard of that happening?”


“And you never will.”

“Why? Does The Foundation step in the moment they hear someone is attempting to break a contract?”

Now Berniece laughed. “They don’t have to: they take care of the problem ahead of time.” She sat back with a sigh. “The contract is enchanted: it’s a modified form of a Sorceress’ Bargain. See, there’s a clause in the contract that states that the signatories to the contract—that would be Kerry’s parent in this instance—are not allowed to divulge the contents of the contract in public without the express permission of a representative of The Foundation.  Originally that person was Mr. Mayhew, but he passed that responsibility over to me. And, when we were in the Cardiff station, I passed that responsibility to—”

“You passed it to Kerry.” Annie’s face brightened as she smiled. “They can’t do anything with the contract without his permission?”

“It’s not just the contract: they can’t tell anyone who is Normal that Kerry is a witch. Louise and Davyn can’t even tell their families without Kerry’s permission. He would likely need to start that conversation before they could say a word.”

Annie looked down shaking her head. “His mother is not going to like that.”

“No, she won’t, but it’s of no matter: they signed it, the contract is binding, and they have to live with that—and with the fact that Kerry controls his fate as far as his parents going around blabbing about his existence. It’s a common practice for Normals.” Berniece shrugged. “And even if they could speak about the contract, there isn’t a solicitor in the UK who’d believe a story about a school for witches in the US. They’d think they were being presented with a fake contract and likely tell them to leave.”


And now you know what happens when you sign contacts with witches–they get you under their enchantment and jack you up!  It makes sense in a way ’cause as Berniece says, have you ever heard of anyone coming forward and saying, “Witch!  I know where there are witches ’cause my kid is one!”  No, never.  And that’s because The Foundation is keeping that in check with enchanted contracts.  So basically, if Kerry wanted to be a dick, he could just never let his parents ever say he’s a witch to anyone, and this is why people aren’t going off bragging on their kid’s magical abilities.

Annie’s never thought about this because it’s her life:  she’s always been around magic, and it’s not like her parents go around bragging on how their daughter can bleed out people real fast.  This is one of the disadvantages of Annie trying to understand everything Kerry’s going through, because she’s magically privileged.  Though I’m sure Annie would never start hashtagging stuff with #AllWitchesMatter because she isn’t like that.  Also, she doesn’t have a Twitter account.

Tonight I must stick to my plan, and I will do as I said and get in the writing and then get my meds and then back to the writing.  ‘Cause there is so much to do–

Okay, maybe I'll take a moment at some point and stop and smell the coffee--

Okay, maybe I’ll take a moment at some point and stop and smell the coffee–

Stranger Things, Season 1, Chapter 2, “The Weirdo On Maple Street”

Creepy kids and total Breakfast Club stuff is going down here, so come in and have a look–

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Netflix's Stranger Things Season 1 Episode 2 Eleven points at Will [Image via Netflix] Welcome to the recap of Episode 2 (entitled “The Weirdo on Maple Street”) of Season 1 of Stranger Things. Here’s what went down.

So Eleven (Millie Bobby Brown) knows nothing of this thing called “modesty” and poor Dustin (Gaten Matarazzo) can’t believe his luck. The other boys discuss the problem that is Eleven once Mike (Finn Wolfhard) sends her into a room to get changed and the audience finds out she doesn’t like confined spaces at all. Mike is the lucky one who gets to keep Eleven over night but they devise a plan where they will get her to knock on Mike’s front door in the morning, therefore putting an adult in charge and absolving them of everything.

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A Link Back to the Link

You know what I’m going to say, ’cause it was Recap Night yesterday, but because I have a good deposit in the word bank I can still lay stuff out,  and that’s why you’re still reading.  I’m just about at six thousand words total in the story, which is a little behind my average of about five thousand a week, but I’m pretty certain that by the time the middle of August rolls around I’ll be over the fifteen thousand word mark and probably into novella territory.

But last night it was finishing up Stranger Things before spending three hours to write my recap–yeah, it takes me that long–and then maybe another twenty minutes of watching some TV before I finally went to bed tired as all hell.  It was a long day, and today will likely be as long because I would like to finish this current scene and get into the next one.

Oh, and maybe watch a little TV, too. Damn you, streaming media!

Oh, and maybe watch a little TV, too. Damn you, streaming media!

Annie has now guessed that Ms. Rutherford–or Berniece, as Annie is calling her, ’cause this is a more relaxed environment and Annie is all about that–is a Protector, it’s up to her guest to spill the beans.  Is she or isn’t she?  And the answer is…


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

“You have access to reports on our academic progress, to issues which are personal, and you know the things we’ve done with the Guardians. I don’t believe you are a Guardian, so that leaves being a Protector.”

Humph. You are quick to figure things out.” Berniece tugged a bit on the skin below her lips. “The Educational Division develops and monitors curriculum as well as hiring and supervising staff and instructors, but they felt it was best if someone else watched over the students when they were away from their schools and step in to assist them should the need arise.” She crossed her arms over her stomach. “Plus, since we’re already trained to write details reports, it allows us to begin the process of constructing a Foundation member’s dossier.”

“So you see everything.”

“Not everything. For example, I know that over this last school year the Guardians had you undergoing marionette training under the supervision of Lovecraft and Chai, and the reports I’ve seen indicate you’ve both done well for yourselves.

“I’m also aware that in the third weekend in April, 2012, Kerry and you left school grounds with Lovecraft and Sladen. Now, the report I received was heavily redacted: I know you left late Thursday afternoon and didn’t return until early Saturday night. Though I can piece together enough to figure out you were on an Observation and Pickup Op, I have no idea where you went, who you were their to watch and/or pickup—though I do know you must have encountered a bit of trouble.”


One could say that Annie, Kerry, and Erywin did encounter a “bit of trouble” when they were on their field op, and Annie is probably giggling inside at the comment.  But she is curious about something–


Annie couldn’t imagine the Guardians would have published any details of their battle with Deconstructors on the Link Bridge, but she eager to learn how Berniece was aware they’d seen action. “How is that possible?”

“Though jaunt logs and medical records. Kerry and you jaunted to Salem from the CDC in Atlanta, and you spent the night in the Salem hospital—probably in the same bed.”  Berniece chuckled. “Doctor Gallagher’s reports indicate Kerry suffered from a heavy electrical shock as well has having a slight concussion. And you had a broken arm and a concussion as well.” She flipped her right hand to one side as if she were casting something away. “Ergo, something happened while you were on your op. And if you were in that sort of shape, I can only imagine what happened to the people on the other side of your conflict.”

It wasn’t only the fact that she’d signed a non-disclosure document with the Guardians that precluded her from commenting on Berniece’s last statement, but there was also the sense that the Guardian has entrusted he with a special duty, and Annie didn’t want to betray that trust. “I wouldn’t know what happened.”

Berniece almost laughed. “Spoken like a true Guardian.”

Annie smiled back. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” The smile faded slowly. “What’s going to happen with Kerry?”

“For the moment, nothing:  life goes on as it would normally.”  Berniece took a moment to scratch the area between she brows.  “We don’t consider the Malibeys a high risk family, so I don’t anticipate they’ll attempt any violence towards Kerry.  Depending on what he told them after he left, they probably don’t want to try anything.”  She tapped the arm of her chair.  “He has a panic button, and he’s assured me that if the situation at home gets too bad he’ll leave.”  There was a monetary pause as she checked her nails.  “We’ll both have to wait and see.”


This means that Ms. Rutherford sees stuff about their operations–as in, they went out on one–but that’s as deep as the dirt goes.  It is a bit funny that Annie immediately slips into “I can neither confirm or deny that rumor” mode when it looks like Ms. Rutherford is looking for answers.  She’s also probably worked on a line like that for years, even that she’s always wanted to be a Guardian.

But the important part is, what is going to happen with Kerry.

You’ll find out soon enough.