Doors

Does anyone Vegas side ever wonder if they're the one that isn't real? Why is that that when she first left I felt calm and now I feel lost, tethered to nothing except that bloody door?

[comm to eddie]

[Beep, beep, beep until he picks up. She's on patrol, and she's had bad luck drumming up information on her father, and she misses his voice.]

Sweet, sweet Friday. You couldn't have come sooner. Now I just need the end of the workday and I'm all set to do... anything but this. Suggestions are welcome. I'm all ears.

After talking to Daniel

Wren? I think Gus needs to pick two, not one.

[Locked to Neil D]

I want to apologize, Neil, to you and Sam for the way I've been acting. It's wholly unfair to both of you, and neither of you deserve it. I don't know if I'm allowed to hope for friendship with you after my behaviour, but I would like to hope that someday, we might be able to converse as friends and put all of this behind us.

If there's anything that I can do, for either of you, please do not hesitate to let me know.

Yours,

Chloe

[impersonally digital lettering; Inara's device is ridiculously electronic & incredibly similar to the selection board she uses for reference to her clients. Similar enough, apparently, to confuse her.]

My Darling Shane, Please accept a thousand of my apologies. I realize, indeed quite shamefully, that my response is inconveniently belated. Your patience with me has been exceptional, and I do hope that your most generous invitation to accompany you during your promotion ceremony still stands, and has not been weathered by my untimely preoccupations. Let me know at your earliest convenience if you would still like me to join you, as I shall be landing in but a few days, and would sincerely be honored. Truly yours, Inara Serra.