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"You're a vampire," Cordy says, and she can't believe she hasn't idea of vampires until she saw Affections tonight, so she rambles for a bit, hoping to distract Russell, she's been so busy between the starving and the worrying and the auditioning—

Russell clears his pharynx. "Then you've met one of us before? And survived?"

"Did you not hear me tell you about the Hellmouth?" Cordy rolls her eyes, walks toward a curtain and holds her cocky still.

"I'm the Slayer," she says holding her hands in fists, and hoping.

"You—"

It's a large enough pause, and Russell draws back, so Cordy runs out of the room.

Oh my god I'thousand climbing the stairs what am I thinking, I am going to dice a horror motion-picture show cliché and no 1 volition even know, she thinks equally she runs downward the hall.

"Whoa, watch out!"

Cordy looks up at the majority-the man-she's run into, and a pair of very friendly blue optics.

"Howdy, salty goodness," she murmurs.

"What'south with the running?"

Cordy allow's out a breath, takes a hazard. "Vampire."

The man blinks one time. "Okay, come with me."

He pulls Cordy into a room, and when she looks around, everything is dusty and wrong and not the house she came into. She doesn't have fourth dimension to think when the man snaps a leg of the chair, and then puts his hand to his ear.

"You got what we demand, Parker? Good. Become out, I institute a civilian and volition follow in well-nigh ten minutes."

Cordy tenses, "Are FBI? Cop? Mercenary?"

The homo grins, and wow, he is super bonny and Cordy clears her throat.

"Something else," he says.

He breaks the chair leg five more times and discards 2 pieces. The other three are sharp edged.

"Stakes," she says.

The man twirls one in his manus, and so holds it out to her.

"Ever actually dusted one?"

"A few, in fact. I went to high school with the Slayer, and that's the second time I've mentioned her tonight and I feel really weird actually talking about it."

"Okay, just one the house?"

"He had a limo driver, merely I haven't seen that guy since I walked in the door."

"Okay. Eliot, by the manner."

"Cordelia. Cordy."

Something flashes across his face, but information technology's gone before she tin can say anything. He nods in one case, and pulls the door back, a pale in each paw. Cordy follows and they walk down the hall dorsum to back. They make information technology to the bottom of the stairs when Russell attacks.

Cordy knows this is the bespeak where she should run, but she holds her pale steady and watches Eliot fight off one-half of Russell's blows, and take the others without a sound. When Russell steps back, Eliot feints with 1 hand, and as the vampire moves, throws with his other. Dust.

Eliot looks at Cordy and grins. "I dated a Slayer."

Cordy blinks and tries to practise the math. It doesn't audio right, unless of course, Eliot had met Faith at some bespeak before she came to Sunnydale.

Something snaps, and role of the ceiling falls inwards.

"Recall the business firm was tied to him?"

"Must have been."

"Run?"

Cordy nods, and they run out of the firm, and into an unmarked van.

"Cordy, that's Hardison riding shotgun, Parker is driving, welcome to Lucille, let'south exit of here, now."

The van tears away from the business firm, and Cordy watches it collapse in on itself. It looks old, misused, and not the piece of fine art she had entered less than an hour ago.

She looks around the back of the van. There'due south a lot of electronic equipment.

"It's virtually an hr to dwelling base of operations, if you want to residual," Eliot says.

"Okay, that sounds good," she says, and closes her eyes.

*

Eliot insists on feeding them all while Hardison sets up his display. Parker sits next to Cordy and stares at her for the whole time, occasionally petting Cordy's pilus, and asking if Cordy tin option locks, or make pancakes or what other special talents she has.

"Well, I once talked two vampires out of eating me," she says.

Parker nods. "I normally just pale them, but I could see how that could work for Hardison."

"Hey," Hardison says. "I would talk at them until you or Eliot came along and then staked them."

Parker smiles.

"So what exactly practice you lot practise?" Cordy asks.

"I'm a thief. Just I'g besides the mastermind at present? And Hardison hacks stuff, and Eliot'due south a retrieval specialist, but by and large he beats up people, and we all grift here and there," Parker says.

"Simply only to bad people," Hardison says.

"For people who take nowhere else to go," Eliot says.

"So you commit crime to help the helpless?" Cordy asks.

"Something like that."

"Huh. And so what's the plan?"

"We take y'all home, wherever that is, and yous accept a card and call us if y'all need annihilation. Then nosotros all go to bed because we have to be upwardly early to avoid lines at the drome."

"You know I could just hack us by the TSA," Hardison says. "And and so we could slumber in."

Cordy blinks, "Wait, what's the TSA?"

"Girl, take you been hibernating?"

"No. I may have but graduated high school, but I had a three.9 GPA and was like, 15th in the class of Sunnydale High '99."

All three of them stare at her in silence.

"What?"

"Hardison, turn on the news," Eliot says.

"What is—"

Cordy turns her head to the screen, and it's then clear and busy and in that location's a date on the bottom, and it's June xiii, 2015, and she lets out a breath.

"I suppose if I call the operator they'll tell me the same thing. Or changing the channel volition show that this isn't prerecorded."

"Yeah. It'due south definitely 2015."

"I guess the dating a Slayer affair makes a petty more sense now."

"Yous are that Cordelia," Eliot says, "Buffy said that you'd disappeared afterwards—oh."

"And then. What did I miss?"

"I don't even know where to first. I could attempt to summarize the last xvi years or so if you give me a couple hours. And I guess I'thou booking and actress seat on the flying home. Nosotros could cover the highlights when we get dorsum to Portland," Hardison says.

"Okay. My last name is Chase, and I guess my parents are out of jail by now—tax evasion—then it'd be nice to know where they are, not that I could explain this."

"Okay. Commencement order is getting you some stuff."

"Between you and Parker, I'm sure you have something that fits me."

"I tin practice better than that," Parker says and walks out of the room.

"Where did she become?"

"She went to learn you lot some things," Eliot says. "If she actually buys them, it means she likes you lot. If not, it means she really likes you."

"I—"

"Start thing you gotta understand is we ain't normal."

Cordy laughs. "I grew up adjacent to a Hellmouth. What's normal?"

*

The next morning there's a small-scale suitcase by her door, and a pocketbook on her nightstand. When Cordy goes into the bathroom, there'southward a few toiletries, and either she'south a heavier sleeper than she remembers, or Parker is a slap-up thief. Because how quickly Eliot had killed the vampire terminal nighttime, she'due south betting on the latter.

The aroma of coffee and food drive her to the principal room.

"Didn't know how yous have or if you take coffee, so I got black with stuff on the side," Hardison says. "And Eliot institute what he calls 'decent' muffins, but they wait damn good to me."

"Damn information technology Hardison, they came out of a freezer and were probably broiled three weeks agone! The blueberries are definitely not fresh," Eliot says.

Cordy smiles, "I don't intendance if the blueberries were freeze dried, information technology' definitely better than most of what I've eaten since I got to 50. A. "

"I don't desire to know, practice I?"

"No, you don't."

"Whatever nutrient allergies? Dislikes?"

"I'yard good with pretty much annihilation."

Eliot nods and takes his coffee and muffin to the sitting area, and begins writing notes, with the occasional mutter of rosemary and lamb and mushrooms.

"He cooks?"

Parker shakes her head and Hardison's smile grows broad.

"Don't tell him I said this," Hardison says, "but he'south not a cook. He's an creative person."

"Oh. And then, lots of practice then?"

Parker nods, "Thieving burns calories. Sex besides."

Hardison closes his optics. "Parker, nosotros—"

"I know what sex is. And I must not be having the correct kind, because I burned more calories equally a cheerleader."

"You know what? I'yard gonna go aid Eliot with.. whatever it is he's doing," Hardison

"Hi. I say the commencement matter that comes to my caput a lot," Parker says.

"Me likewise," Cordy says. "And so are both your boyfriends embarrassed by sexual practice talk, or only him?"

"Not in private. But they both like flirting, especially Eliot. He says information technology's helpful for practicing the grift, but I think he only actually likes to flirt. And how did you—"

"Please, I simply got out of high school, if in that location'south one thing as well vampires I know how to spot, it'south when people are in a human relationship. It's cool."

Parker smiles. "They go kind of weird most information technology, just they grew up normal, so it's harder for them."

"It's besides bad, though," Cordy sighs. "They are totally cute."

"Mine," Parker says. "But you can flirt with Eliot, because it'll fluster him and it'southward super fun to watch."

"Bargain," Cordy holds out her hand, and Parker shakes it.

"Somehow I get the feeling that handshake wasn't expert," Eliot says.

*

Cordy puts the…what did Hardison phone call information technology? Cordy puts the tablet into her bag, and leans dorsum into the seat. She plays her office throughout the airport, she's Eliot'due south younger sister, and apparently they accept money.

When the make it the van, Eliot drives, and she rides shotgun. She looks out the window and thinks about everything she's missed, and knows that the presentation Hardison put together can't even begin to embrace it. At least her parents are okay. She's already decided non to contact them. It's not like they tried to stop her from going to L. A. and then subsequently their arrest, they sent a letter basically divorcing themselves from her life.

They get dorsum to what they call 'home.'

"You live in a eating house?"

"In a higher place," Hardison says. "and it's a brewpub, I'll have you lot know."

It's early enough in the forenoon that it'south all closed up. Cordy follows them through the employee only door, then up to their flat.

Eliot takes her suitcase to one of the bedrooms, and she sits at the kitchen table, watching settle in. Which ways checking all the locks for Parker (and Eliot,) pulling nutrient out of the freezer for Eliot, and checking all the security camera feeds and other electronics for Hardison.

They make their way back to the table.

"So, the Hellmouth collapsed, my parents are out of jail and not even looking for me, and everyone I know is either dead or scattered to the air current. Merely in that location are like, thousands of Slayers now?"

Eliot nods.

"And Willow did the spell?"

"That's what they told me."

"And when did you lot run across them?"

Eliot looks at Hardison, who looks at Parker.

"Information technology was right after Nate and Laura left," Hardison says.

"Yeah," Parker says. "And there was the job where I bankrupt my ribs, and and so y'all guys freaked cause I healed in like, two weeks."

"Look minute, you're a Slayer?" Cordy asked.

Parker shrugs, "One of them. I'thousand not similar, function of the official group because I don't hunt demons full time, simply I'm aware of them, and they are aware of me. If we observe someone or something that needs more than what we tin handle, I pass it along."

"Okay. So who'due south left?"

"Well we only met Willow and Buffy—"

"And Dawn," Hardison says.

"Right," Eliot continues, "Just she talked about her mentor Giles a lot."

"And Xander, remember, we've met him, he's our contact in Portland," Parker says.

"There were a lot of people in Cleveland, so I tin can't say," Eliot says

"Okay. I want to hire you lot."

"What?"

"Well, I'm pretty much the definition of helpless, so I want to hire you or contract you lot or whatsoever information technology is yous do to get paid."

"Oh, we piece of work on an alternative revenue stream," Hardison says, "which means you don't have to pay united states. What is information technology that you want?"

Cordy laughs. Sixteen years accept passed, and she's non fifty-fifty certain how she got here, and everything that's happened, she just laughs until she cries, and information technology'southward Parker who puts a hand on her shoulder and rubs up and downward.

"Not sure we tin get you back there," Parker says. "But we tin can help you lot live here, however you want to practise that."

"I judge since Xander is here, I could see him. Or we could call Cleveland. I actually need a familiar face up or voice or both."

"We tin do that," Parker says. "Let's go Skype a Slayer."

*

Eliot'southward in the corner the kitchen, and he has this foreign grinning on his face. He'south on the telephone, and laughing.

Hardison is on the burrow and there are pages of, well, whatever, on the bank of Tv set screens. He's typing on his laptop, and occasionally making notes equally he switches the screens in what seems to be a random gild.

Parker is sitting on the counter, eating a basin of cereal and pointedly ignoring the occasional glare from Eliot.

Cordy gets the feeling this is probably a typical mean solar day for them, so sits in the chair near Hardison and tries to brand sense of what he'south researching.

"Aye, call me when Dawn gets back to you."

Eliot hangs upwardly the phone and glares at Parker again.

"No, it won't ruin dinner, and you know information technology," Parker says.

"That ain't what I was gonna say," Eliot says.

"Then how was Buffy?"

Eliot rolls his eyes and sits in the chair opposite of Cordy.

"She'southward fine. Has her enquiry team on things."

"Things?" Cordy asks.

"Just seein' what they've heard nearly time portals."

"And making certain she was feeding herself," Parker says.

"And that she doesn't need any help with anything," Hardison says, and smiles when Eliot growls at him. "Eliot is one of those rare people who is actually friends with all of his exes."

"Just 'cause I treat people right don't mean it's weird," Eliot says.

Cordy grins, "I'd beloved to be a friendly ex-girlfriend."

Eliot blinks, and turns slightly pinkish, "Well, I mean, I, uh…"

Cordy laughs, "Oh you are going to be so much fun."

"Damn it, Parker, did you tell her to flirt with me?"

Parker hums to herself, one corner of her lips slightly upturned.

"I'thou sorry what was that?"

Eliot growls again.

"Okay, Hardison," Parker says, "presentation time."

Hardison stands upwardly and clicks a button. All the screens turn to an old picture of Russell Winters.

"Okay, I figured I'd kickoff with what I know about Russell Winters first. I found thirteen different aliases dating back to the Golden Rush with his picture and family tree alone. Looks similar he owned that property in various ways for a long time so the portal you came through probably stood just as long. I'll wait for Dawn to confirm."

Cordy sat back in her chair. It reminds her of sitting in the library, and talking most whatever monster of the week they were setting out to defeat.

It reminds her of habitation.

*

Later on that afternoon, Cordy is going through the suitcase of dress Parker stole/bought for her, genuinely happy with most of the choices. (She's not sure why Parker thought she needed a t-shirt with a bunny on it, but it's super soft, then she doesn't complain.) Then she hears a familiar voice coming from the living area.

"So what's all this near time portals? Yous didn't really get into much detail except 'Information technology'due south important Buffy,' and 'You lot owe me a favor.'"

Cordy puts a mitt on her oral cavity, because Buffy's impression of Eliot is fairly spot on. She must be on that Skype thing Parker was talking about.

"Parker," Eliot says. "I had reasons to keep sure things out. Wanted you to get the info without bias."

There's silence and then Parker is at the door of Cordy's room.

"I suppose it'southward time to bring me out, huh?"

Parker nods.

Cordy follows Parker out into the living room. Buffy—she's looking downward at a book or something, and she'south cut her hair, and she has a small scar next to her correct eye, merely the half-smiling on her confront is merely how Cordy remembers it.

"Hey Buffy," she says.

Buffy looks up. "Holy shit."

"I sort of came through a time portal and missed, well, everything?"

"Yeah. Lots to tell."

"I heard nigh your mom. I'thousand distressing, she was cool."

Buffy nods. "Hey Dawnie, come up in here."

"What, I—Cordelia? How? Oh my gosh you came through a fourth dimension portal."

"Got it in one."

"Okay, well I guess I'll give you the lowdown. And then, fourth dimension portals, not very mutual, of class, something used by vampires who for whatever reason wanted to hide out in a previous era or get something from a previous era that they cached for rubber keeping. Usually involves blood rites and at least one canis familiaris. I, uh, definitely would not recommend it. By killing Russell, since his blood had to actuate information technology, y'all effectively closed the fourth dimension portal."

"I see," Cordy says.

"If yous wanted to come to Cleveland—" Dawn looks back at Buffy.

"Y'all'd be welcome here," Buffy says. "Or I'm sure Giles would dearest to see you, he'southward in London."

"I'll proceed that in mind. I need to get used to being now outset."

"Promise you'll visit Xander at least, he can catch yous up on whatsoever Hardison didn't find."

"I will. I take to make sure the knucklehead is taking care of himself don't I?"

Buffy nods, "Yeah he still needs help sometimes. Don't. Don't be a stranger, ok? I'll make certain there's non too big of an apocalypse if you do determine to come hither."

"You have small apocalypses?"
"Occasionally, information technology'south a dainty breather from Ascensions and Called Ones and First Evils."

Somebody Cordy doesn't know comes up and whispers in Buffy's ear.

"Gotta get, one of the newbies just came in bleeding and I accept to figure out why."

"Talk to you later. Make sure she sleeps, Dawn."

Dawn nods, and the screen goes blank.

"Well. That was surreal. So when exercise we become run across Xander?"

"Tomorrow. I called him while you lot were in your room. He thinks I have some Slayer-y type information to pass on," Parker says.

"Okay."

Cordy tries to think of what she can say to him. A part of her still loves him a little, in that hey nosotros used to exist together once upon a time way. For her it'due south been a few months since graduation, and for him—

For a minute she thinks about telling Parker to call and abolish the meeting, she doesn't desire to encounter him, or any of them, she wants to be starving in her apartment with her whole life ahead of her.

She lets out a breath. She's going to come across Xander tomorrow, and so she'southward going to figure out what to do after that.

*

"Nice motorcar," Cordy says.

It's a bright orange Challenger with black stripes, and Eliot is leaning against it and looking at his lookout.

"No, you don't go to bulldoze it," he says.

"I bet you say that to all the girls, and you lot're always wrong," Cordy says.

Eliot closes his optics and pinches his olfactory organ. "I'g going to kill Parker. Look, I'yard—"

"Oh, I know yous're taken. Don't worry, no illusions here. But I have to proceed in practice with someone, and Hardison is a chip too much like my ex-boyfriend."

"Withal gonna kill her.."

Parker and Hardison emerge from the side door of the brewpub. Hardison looks at his watch.

"Ii death threats before dejeuner? Slowing down, El."

Parker is lugging Cordy's suitcase.

"Just in case," she says, and puts it in the body before climbing in the back of the motorcar.

Cordy gets in the car, and leans back in the seat as Eliot pulls onto the route.

"Now," Hardison says. "You have a total background now, all your paperwork is in line, and I'll accept a copy of your nativity document and Social Security Card in about two weeks. I kept your first proper name, since that's like shooting fish in a barrel to call back. You also take enough money to keep you for a few years, until you lot figure out what you want to practise. Get to college, go back to LA, got to Cleveland, information technology'due south all doable. Your fake parents are dead, and I've uploaded your general history to a tablet so you can learn it if you determine to exist out in the real world and demand a story."

"Wow," Cordy says, "you this thorough with all your clients?"

"They're ever satisfied," he grins.

"Dammit, Hardison!"

She laughs as Eliot grips the wheel tighter. "Thank you."

She takes the tablet from him, and spends the next thirty minutes reading nigh her 'life.'

"Here we are," Eliot says.

Cordy looks up. At that place's a small house next to a larger building that looks like a school from the outside. There's a modest sign that says Harris Construction, Main Offices.

For some reason, this is what feels the virtually unreal.

Eliot and Parker walk up to the door of the bigger building and walk in.

"Are y'all okay? Is this too fast?" Hardison asks.

Cordy shakes her head, simply she can't speak.

Hardison takes her hand in his, and squeezes it.

"Any you want to do, it's cool. Nosotros're cool. Information technology's a lot in just three days, and then if you tell me to go get Eliot and Parker nosotros tin all get domicile and have grilled cheese sandwiches and watch movies all twenty-four hours."

Cordy smiles, "Yous but eased them into loving y'all, didn't y'all? Waited them out until they realized it was also late to leave?"

Hardison shrugs.

"I want to practice this. I need to practise this."

"Okay girl. Eliot and Parker accept had enough time to let him sit."

She smiles, and they go within.

*

"Oh hey Hardison," the woman at the entrance desk smiles, "Go right on back."

"Cheers Charlie," Hardison says.

"Charlie was 1 of the potentials they picked up in Sunnydale. She hates fighting, simply hates her family even more," he continues every bit the walk down the hall, "so when Xander moved to Portland she came too."

"Ah," Cordy says before they cease at the door.

Xander Harris, President and CEO

She smiles, an opens the door.

"Someone's come up upwardly in the world since I last saw him," she says every bit she walks in.

Xander stops mid judgement, and pales.

"Not a prank," he whispers.

Cordy bites her lip, because his eye and there'south a picayune bit of gray in his pilus, and he's lost weight and dresses way better, just information technology'southward Xander, and there's a picture of the five of them on his desk, one of the rare grouping pictures they had from high schoolhouse, and it begins to hurt to retrieve virtually the time departure and—

"Cordy?"

He'due south standing in front of her and his hands are clenched by his side.

"Lamentable, I just, I saw you three months ago, and now, and hi, Xander."

He hugs her and so, and she knows she'southward crying by the time she hugs him dorsum.

She pulls away. "Judge the fancy function and the nice threads mean y'all've been taking intendance of yourself."

"I exercise okay. Estimate LA sucked so bad y'all had to spring through a time portal."

"You know me, I e'er exercise what I think is all-time for me." She laughs, "Yous have a ton to tell me."

"I saved the world with the story of a crayon," he grins.

"The pitiful matter is that I know that somehow it'southward true."

"And then, um, since I'm the owner, I could accept the rest of the afternoon off."

"Sounds good."

"Meet me at my house, and I'll feed yous dejeuner. And I promise it won't exist remade or from frozen, and then don't give me that expect, Eliot."

Eliot nods one time, and Xander sees the 4 of them to the door.

"That'due south his firm in that location," Eliot says. "Built it himself."

Cordy looks at it, so dorsum into the part. Then she looks at Parker.

"I'll go get your suitcase," Parker says.

Before they leave, Parker hands her a card. "Just in case. I think y'all'd make a great grifter, if you wanted."

*

3 days afterward

"So you run a existent business organization, but also stand as a wayward dwelling for Slayers, too?"

"Yeah. I mostly get the ones they find who don't actually want to be Slayers, but tin can't go home. It's prissy to take someone who knows what you are, but also is normal too. Dawn says I'm the best at listening to teenage girls, simply mostly, I think I've seen more than than plenty of Hellmouths and apocalypsi and magic. I'grand still good in a fight, and I can recognize about demons and vampires, and I go to Cleveland twice a year, but I'm role time."

"I get that," Cordy says. "It'southward why I moved to LA. I knew that if I stayed in Sunnydale, I'd probably terminate upwardly expressionless or I don't know, birthing some demon child that took over the world. I'd dear to become visit everybody, but I've travelled through time. I recall I'm proficient on the supernatural world."

Xander laughs. "So what do you want to do now? College?"

"Ew, no. I'one thousand proficient at school, and I like taking classes, but I definitely don't like the idea of spending the adjacent four to five years learning to do merely one thing."

"So what?"

"I don't know. I think I might like to help the helpless."

*

Cordy sets her suitcase on the sidewalk and leans into Xander's truck.

"You lot sure you don't want me to wait?

She shakes her head. "I'm okay. I actually am. I promise to visit and annoy you as frequently as I can, at to the lowest degree until I know you lot take someone taking care of you."

"I take care of myself."

"Sure you do."

Xander smiles at her. "Charlie takes care of me."

"Ha. I knew information technology."

He rolls her eyes at her. "We're just friends."

"Delight. She would totally date you."

"Cordy—"

"It's okay. We're okay. I'grand going to be okay."

He nods, and the truck pulls away.

Cordy turns and knocks on the side door to the brew pub.

"I know you lot know I'm here Hardison, so open."

It'southward Eliot who opens the door, and grabs her suitcase. "You should have chosen."

"That would accept ruined the surprise," she says.

Parker and Hardison are on the couch, with papers spread across the java table.

"And so before we become into all the question-y stuff I take something to say," Cordy says.

"Okay," Hardison says.

Parker smiles at her, and somehow Cordy knows she knows exactly what'south going to happen next.

"Here'due south the thing. You lot guys make a pretty good team, just I bet it would be better with a couple more people. I mean, 3 people can merely exist in so many places at in one case. Plus having a younger member in the crew would probably help with some cons. I've taken a few interim classes, and while I merely did like, the one commercial where I was in the background, I'm a quick written report. Plus from what I tin can see, your organization system sucks, and you demand someone who is a people person, so I've decided that as of today, I'm hired as a junior partner in Leverage, Inc.. We can discuss time off and bonuses at a subsequently engagement."

She holds out the business card Parker gave her.

Hardison and Eliot blink at her. Then look at Parker.

Eliot sighs. "Going. To. Kill. You."

"She ain't no thief, who is going to teach her to grift?" Hardison asks.

"I'm sure nosotros tin get Tara and Sophie to runs some classes. And we can all assist until she develops her own style," Parker says.

Eliot sighs. "Gauge I could teach you lot some paw to hand. Yous were a cheerleader right?"

"Yeah."

"Good, means you're ahead of where Hardison was when I started with him."

"Hey," Hardison says.

"Adept, that's settled."

They argued for virtually an 60 minutes, finally picking a client and eating dinner while doing preliminary planning.

"Okay then, it's settled. Permit's go steal a whale," Parker says.

"In the morning," Eliot adds.

"Or maybe a couple days to set things upward," Hardison says.

"You're ruining the moment," Cordy laughs. "But bed sounds amazing."

They wish her goodnight, and she closes the door to her room. She changes into slumber pants and her bunny t-shirt, and sits on the bed.

"Welcome home," she says, and turns out the lite.

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