Doors

[After a long overnight shift, one that became an equally long morning shift, and after picking Gus up early from preschool.]

[Text to Luke H]
Gus and I have decided that we're never coming out from under the bed again.

[locked to harry o.]

You haven't been feeling strange lately, have you? Like some of your classmates seem to be?

[locked to gwen s.]

Tell me at least one of you has broken a bone Sprained your ankle Something I fear I've been rather absent as of late, otherwise my awareness of the situation might not have been so delayed. While I understand you may not want to speak to Ms. Stacy, I thought I would offer my help regardless, if there's anything I or Oscorp can do to rectify whatever's happening to these teenagers.

[Text to Eleanor M]
I suppose I should be glad the photos are flattering at least.

[Attached is a photo of a recent well-known tabloid rag that seems to be loudly curious as to why Eleanor Monarch-Sparke and her ex-fiancee are once again in the same city. Photos are splashed on the front page, taken from a ways away and zoomed in. Obviously, they are in not photos together, which makes the speculation that much more insipid.]