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Ema Skye is no longer at the Institute.

I see. In that case, it would certainly seem to be true, yes.

I'll be fine. And what about you? Will you be alright?

That's very reassuring.

I'm not sure. Perhaps I'll know tomorrow. Or perhaps I won't.

[small inkblot] Yes, perhaps many things may seem clearer come tomorrow. Would you mind if I found you sometime?

Not at all. I'm meeting with a friend of Ema's in the morning; some time after that, perhaps?

I will look around for you at lunch, then. Do be careful until then.

The same goes for you.