Voicemail

[arboreal_priestess]

An automated voice replies: "The person you are calling is not available at this time. Please leave your name, number, and a brief message after the beep."

BEEEEP!

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[firstofitskind]

On Christmas morning, there was a colorfully-wrapped package and card waiting outside Verity's door.

The card read:

It may be a bit presumptuous, considering we haven't even managed that dinner date yet, but you're also the first friend I've made on this island that I don't also live with, so I wanted to get you something.

The box is actually for your mouse friends- I don't know if they celebrate Christmas, but I didn't want them feeling left out. *Your* present is somewhat less tangible and requires a few hours of your time as well as a short trip via shuttle. Let me know of a time that works for you.

Merry Christmas,
Liam

Inside the box, Verity (and the Aeslin mice) would find various mouse-sized doll clothes, as well as strings of sparkly beads.

[firstofitskind]

Verity, hey, it's Liam. Ryan and I stopped the guys who were going after Carol, but I think they might be coming after you next. Call me back when you get this, and just...

Please be safe.

[firstofitskind]

It feels a little weird to be leaving you a voicemail when I’m looking right at you, sort of, but... Well. You know. It’s you but it’s not you.

In that book which is my memory,
On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you,
Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.

Happy Birthday, my love.